Title: イニシエ
Romaji: Inishie
Translation: Antiquity
Arrangement: Comp
Lyrics: Comp
Vocals: Ranko
Original theme:
- Handokugan no Bibliophilia – Touhou Suzunaan ~ Forbidden Scrollery vol.6 bonus CD; track 1
Albums:
- CHILD HOOD’S END (track 1)
- BUTABEST 4 Yawaraka 10nen Honjikomi (track 9)
Sample:
Lyrics
忘れること 忘れぬ様に綴る紙の重み
伝えたいと願う気持ち 遠く月日越えて
wasureru koto wasurenu you ni tsudzuru kami no omomi
tsutaetai to negau kimochi tooku tsukihi koete
『記憶』 それこそ美徳 そんな話もあるけど
記する指先 宿る想い 焼き付ける古
“kioku” sore koso bitoku sonna hanashi mo aru kedo
kisuru yubisaki yadoru omoi yakitsukeru inishie
捲りたくて捲るじゃない 捲らなくちゃで捲るじゃない
風が横切り開いたページに
書かれた文字 それが正解 今はまだ読めなくてもいい
そのうち読める それが人生でしょ
mekuritakute mekuru janai mekuranakucha de mekuru janai
kaze ga yokogirihiraita peeji ni
kakareta moji sore ga seikai ima wa mada yomenakutemo ii
sono uchi yomeru sore ga jinsei desho
未熟な夢 未熟さ故 後に笑顔作る
だけどそれは驚くほど己に色付ける
mijuku na yume mijuku sa yue nochi ni egao tsukuru
dakedo sore wa odoroku hodo onore ni irodzukeru
見える『大人の扉』なんてものはないけれど
今を生きてる今日も いつの間にかすぐ古
mieru “otona no tobira” nante mono wa nai keredo
ima wo ikiteru kyou mo itsunomanika sugu inishie
分からないことばっかりじゃない 分かりたいことばっかりじゃない
雨が濡らしたページを伸ばして
いつになったら乾くのかな？ それを待ってる間に見た
導く言葉 それが人生でしょ
wakaranai koto bakkari janai wakaritai koto bakkari janai
ame ga nurashita peeji wo nobashite
itsu ni nattara kawaku no ka na? sore wo matteru aida ni mita
michibiku kotoba sore ga jinsei desho
残る記憶と記録 心に誇る温もり
消えてしまわぬように抱きしめる愛し古
nokoru kioku to kiroku kokoro ni hokoru nukumori
kiete shimawanu you ni dakishimeru itoshi inishie
捲りたくて捲るじゃない 捲らなくちゃで捲るじゃない
風が横切り開いたページに
書かれた文字 それが正解 今はまだ読めなくてもいい
そのうち読める それが人生でしょ
mekuritakute mekuru janai mekuranakucha de mekuru janai
kaze ga yokogirihiraita peeji ni
kakareta moji sore ga seikai ima wa mada yomenakutemo ii
sono uchi yomeru sore ga jinsei desho
Translation
Forgetting – The weight of the paper I write on to not forget
The feelings I wish to convey cross over the distant days
“Recollection” That’s a virtue. Or so they say.
My fingertips write, my thoughts dwell, the antiquity is burned into my memory
I don’t turn pages because I don’t want to do it. I don’t turn pages because I have to do it.
The pages are opened by the wind
The written words, those are the right answer. It’s fine if I can’t read them now.
I can read them eventually. That’s human life, right?
My immature dreams, my immature reasons, they make me smile afterward
But it’s amazing how this adds color to oneself
There is no such thing as a visible “door to adulthood,” but
I’m living in the present, even today. Before I realize it, it will become antiquity
It’s not all about what I don’t know. It’s not all about what I want to know.
I stretch out the pages soaked by the rain
When will they dry? When I was waiting for that, I saw
My guiding words. That’s human life, right?
Memories and records that remain, the warmth that I am proud of in my heart
I embrace my beloved antiquity so that it won’t disappear
I don’t turn pages because I don’t want to do it. I don’t turn pages because I have to do it.
The pages are opened by the wind
The written words, those are the right answer. It’s fine if I can’t read them now.
I can read them eventually. That’s human life, right?