Freedom? What's that? Is it yummy?

The greatest happiness of the greatest number have the absolute loyalty of all apolitical people.

All apolitical people have no freedom.

They demand happiness than freedom.

But their happiness is mere addiction to escape from freedom.

Money, cult, drug, sex, or virtuality. They can only choose any of these at most.

They are unconcerned about a prohibited anti-war song while dancing in club music on the weekend.

I'm afraid of demanding true freedom.

Without freedom becoming unhappy,

I'm a stupid part of numerical value that configures Gross National Happiness.

 

Courage to fight against power is necessary for gaining freedom.

Condom to forgets about politics is necessary for giving happiness.

In search of freedom, some people risk their life.

Apathetic people worry about the price hike of gasoline.

In exchange for life of somebody who demands political freedom, the apolitical corruption of somebody's happiness is maintained.

What kind of corruption?

It's the corruption getting lively by a hashtag called "slaughter".

music : Brian Eno - America is Waiting

Anybody will love somebody silently

The stream of fleeting moments

take grief to the distance of oblivion,

just like your memory to pass.


If it comes tomorrow, at this hopeless city in dust,

the heavenly roses will blossom on expecting rivers.

You will see the heavenly bloom for you.

Surely you will find the expected bloom.


Anybody will be loved by somebody silently,

and then anybody will love somebody silently.

By reason of being able to forget completely,

all people live through their grief,

and live on toward tommolow.


You are not lonely, if you listen carefully,

somebody's singing voice will reach your mind.

You will hear somebody's song to you.

Surely you will hear an affectionate song.


Anybody will be loved by somebody silently,

and then anybody will love somebody silently.

After collapsing in tears, only a smile remains.

Your smiling face lets you start from unforgettable vestiges.

You will wait for tomorrow's happiness with smiling face.

Surely you will smile tomorrow into a irreplaceable day.


Anybody will be loved by somebody silently,

and then anybody will love somebody silently.


Anybody is loved by somebody surely,

and then anybody loves somebody someday.

※この詩の日本語原文はこちら







music : Yujiro Ishihara - Anybody will be somebody silently

On December 18, depression, maybe

Listens to cheap Synth-Pop fleetingly,
look at the photograph of a diva while fearing gentleness,
get drunk on Chilean wine to forget it,
and I realize that I'm not inspirational anymore.
Carry a cat in my arms by whim,
after bite chocolate smells the sentimental cinnamon,
something is helplessly
something satisfies me,
but maybe I might be hopelessly sad man,
because I was born on such a cold day of December,
maybe,
till now,
from now on,
eternally,
without you,

miss you...

クラブで流してもくれないチープなシンセポップを儚げに聴きながら優しさに怯えて歌姫の写真を眺めチリのワインを忘れるために呑みこんで何のインスピレーションも既に無くおもむろに猫を抱っこして感傷的な匂いのするシナモン降りかかったチョコレートかじってから何かが救いようもなく何かがお腹いっぱいのようで12月のこんな寒い日に生まれたから僕は切ない人間なんだろうな永久にたぶんこれまでもこれからも君なしで生きるまま寂しいずっと君はいない。

It's only mood that I have

Who will color the world into a pessimistic color?

I'm going to remember an innocent smile while thinking of such a thing.
But where would be such such as innocent smile?
Surely I'm going to remember it after cannot look for the most important thing.

Such a night is over soon.
Today's thought disappears somewhere.

Tomorrow might be another day that might be different from today.
Will I notice the difference between another day and the today?

Say you, "it's only mood that I have".
And such moods, such a day, and such a monologue disappear soon.

From the ruin of what modernization was, I mutter,

"It's only moods toward your cherubic smile that I have."

誰が世界を悲観的な色彩に染め上げているのだろう？


そんなことを思いながら無邪気な笑顔を思い出している。
無邪気な笑顔なんてどこにあったのだろうと思い出しながら、
僕はきっと一番大事なことを探せなくなってから思い出すのだ。

...こんな夜ももうすぐ終わる。
今日の思いはどこかへ消える。

明日は今日とは違う別の一日だろう。
その別の一日と今日との違いに僕は気づくことが出来るだろうか？



カタ, 僕にあるのはただ「気分」だけだ。

そしてこんな気分も、こんな一日も、こんな独白も、もうすぐ、消える。




近代化の成れの果てから、僕は呟く。


「僕にあるのは君への気分だけだ」