🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: ムスタング/ Mustang - Asian Kung-Fu Generation

 作詩：後藤正文 作曲：後藤正文・山田貴洋
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 もともとはそんな風景画
 絵筆を使い書き足す未来
 僕らが世界を汚す
 
 彩りのない　あまりに淡い
 意識にはそんな情景が
 忘れられない　いつかの誓い
 それすら途絶えて消える
 
 頬を撫でるような霧雨も強かに日々を流す
 
 君は誰だい
 ガリレオ・ガリレイ？
 誰も描けない風景画
 何が正しい　何が悲しい
 僕らが世界を汚す
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 そんな冗談は言うまいが
 誰にも言えない　いつかの誓い
 それだけが僕の誇り
 
 鮮やかな君の面影も僕は見失うかな
 窓を叩くような泣き虫の梅雨空が日々を流す
 
 嗚呼…なくす何かを
 ほら　喪失は今にも口を開けて僕を飲み込んで
 浜辺で波がさらった貝殻
 海の底には想いが降り積もっているんだ
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 もともとはそんな風景画
 忘れられない　君との誓い
 それだけが僕の誇り
 
 心映すような五月雨もいつかは泣き止むかな
 頬を撫でるような霧雨が強かに日々を流す
 
  wa nai kyoshoku nado nai
 moto moto wa  fuukeiga
 efude wo  kakitasu mirai
 bokura ga sekai wo 
 
 irodori no nai amari ni 
 ishiki ni  sonna jyoukei ga
 wasurerarenai itsuka  chikai
 soresura  kieru
 
 hoho  naderu you na kirisame mo shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu
 
 kimi wa dare 
 GARIREO GARIREI?
  mo egakenai fuukeiga
 nani ga  nani ga kanashii
 bokura ga  wo yogosu
 
 itsuwari wa  kyoshoku nado nai
 sonna joudan wa  ga
 dare  mo ienai itsuka no chikai
 sore dake  boku no hokori
 
 azayaka na  no omokage mo boku wa miushinau kana
 mado wo tataku you na  no tsuyuzora ga hibi wo nagasu
 
  nakusu nanika wo
 hora soushitsu  ima ni mo kuchi wo akete boku wo nomikonde
 hamabe de nami  saratta kaigara
  no soko ni wa omoi ga furitsumotte irun da
 
 itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku nado 
 moto moto wa  fuukeiga
 wasurerarenai kimi  no chikai
 sore dake ga boku  hokori
 
 kokoro utsusu  na samidare mo itsuka wa nakiyamu kana
 hoho wo naderu  na kirisame ga shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu
 
 No deceptions,  affectations
 That's the kind  landscape picture it was originally
 Adding to the future with a 
 We're the ones  pollute the world
 
 Colorless, oh so 
 Is the  of landscape remaining in my consciousness
 Can't forget that promise from  past
 But  that will wither and disappear
 
 Drizzling rain brushing against my cheek  washes the days away
 
 Who are 
 Galileo Galilei?
 A landscape painting no one  draw
  is right? Why so sad?
 We're the  polluting the world
 
 No  no affectations
  my kind of joke
 Can't tell anyone about the promise from my 
 That's my one source of 
 
 Will I lose sight  my vivid memories of you?
 The crybaby rainy sky  against the windows and washes the days away
 
 Ahh...  something
  Loss is about to open its mouth and swallow me whole
 Shells on the shore  away by the waves
 Mounds of emotions piling deep down in  bottom of the ocean
 
 No deceptions,  affectations
 That's the  of landscape picture it was originally
 Can't forget the promise  exchanged
 That's my  source of pride
 
 The May rain mirroring my  may eventually cease to weep
 Drizzling rain brushing against  cheek steadily washes the days away