糸
糸 / 中島みゆき
We never know how we are destined to meet people
We never know when we are going to meet them
Where have you been?
How have you lived your life till now?
Under the high sky
Two different histories
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
Woven together, the cloth may warm someone else one day
There are frays from the days we were concerned about our future
And the days we chased our dreams and failed
What would become of these threads?
Feeling insecured, I was shivering in the wind
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
Woven together, the cloth may cover the wound of someone one day
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
When two threads that are meant to be woven together meet
They call it happiness
なぜめぐり逢うのかを 私たちはなにも知らない
いつめぐり逢うのかを 私たちはいつも知らない
どこにいたの 生きてきたの
遠い空の下 ふたつの物語
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
織りなす布は いつか誰かを 暖めうるかもしれない
なぜ生きてゆくのかを 迷った日の跡の ささくれ
夢追いかけ走って ころんだ日の跡の ささくれ
こんな糸がなんになるの
心許なくて ふるえてた風の中
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
織りなす布は いつか誰かの 傷をかばうかもしれない
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
逢うべき糸に 出逢えることを
人は仕合わせと呼びます
Maybe if I was normal I would be more hurt now..?
Maybe if I was normal I would have walked away long ago..?
But somehow... Somewhere I get the courage to swallow my pride and brush these things aside..
Maybe because I really can't and don't want to let you go..
Maybe because I can't imagine.. How I can live without..?
We never know how we are destined to meet people
We never know when we are going to meet them
Where have you been?
How have you lived your life till now?
Under the high sky
Two different histories
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
Woven together, the cloth may warm someone else one day
There are frays from the days we were concerned about our future
And the days we chased our dreams and failed
What would become of these threads?
Feeling insecured, I was shivering in the wind
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
Woven together, the cloth may cover the wound of someone one day
You are the vertical thread
I am the horizontal thread
When two threads that are meant to be woven together meet
They call it happiness
なぜめぐり逢うのかを 私たちはなにも知らない
いつめぐり逢うのかを 私たちはいつも知らない
どこにいたの 生きてきたの
遠い空の下 ふたつの物語
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
織りなす布は いつか誰かを 暖めうるかもしれない
なぜ生きてゆくのかを 迷った日の跡の ささくれ
夢追いかけ走って ころんだ日の跡の ささくれ
こんな糸がなんになるの
心許なくて ふるえてた風の中
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
織りなす布は いつか誰かの 傷をかばうかもしれない
縦の糸はあなた
横の糸は私
逢うべき糸に 出逢えることを
人は仕合わせと呼びます
Maybe if I was normal I would be more hurt now..?
Maybe if I was normal I would have walked away long ago..?
But somehow... Somewhere I get the courage to swallow my pride and brush these things aside..
Maybe because I really can't and don't want to let you go..
Maybe because I can't imagine.. How I can live without..?