🎵 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
 
 itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku nado 
 moto moto wa  fuukeiga
 efude wo tsukai kakitasu 
 bokura ga sekai  yogosu
 
 irodori no nai  ni awai
  ni wa sonna jyoukei ga
 wasurerarenai itsuka no 
 soresura  kieru
 
 hoho wo  you na kirisame mo shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu
 
  wa dare dai
 GARIREO GARIREI?
 dare mo  fuukeiga
 nani ga tadashii nani ga 
 bokura  sekai wo yogosu
 
 itsuwari  nai kyoshoku nado nai
 sonna joudan wa  ga
 dare ni mo ienai itsuka no 
 sore dake  boku no hokori
 
 azayaka na kimi no omokage  boku wa miushinau kana
  wo tataku you na nakimushi no tsuyuzora ga hibi wo nagasu
 
 aa...  nanika wo
 hora soushitsu wa ima ni mo kuchi wo akete boku wo 
 hamabe de nami ga saratta 
 umi no soko ni wa omoi ga furitsumotte irun 
 
 itsuwari  nai kyoshoku nado nai
 moto moto wa  fuukeiga
 wasurerarenai kimi  no chikai
 sore dake ga boku  hokori
 
 kokoro utsusu you na  mo itsuka wa nakiyamu kana
 hoho wo  you na kirisame ga shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu
 
  deceptions, no affectations
 That's the kind of landscape picture it  originally
 Adding to  future with a paintbrush
 We're the  that pollute the world
 
 Colorless, oh so 
 Is the kind of landscape remaining in my 
 Can't forget that promise  my past
 But even that will wither  disappear
 
 Drizzling rain brushing against  cheek steadily washes the days away
 
 Who  you?
 Galileo Galilei?
 A  painting no one can draw
 What is  Why so sad?
 We're the ones  the world
 
 No  no affectations
 Not my kind  joke
 Can't tell anyone about the promise from my 
 That's  one source of pride
 
 Will I  sight of my vivid memories of you?
 The crybaby rainy sky taps against the windows and washes the days 
 
 Ahh...  something
  Loss is about to open its mouth and swallow me whole
 Shells on the shore carried away by  waves
 Mounds of emotions piling deep down in the bottom of  ocean
 
 No deceptions,  affectations
 That's the kind of landscape picture it was 
 Can't forget the promise  exchanged
  my one source of pride
 
 The  rain mirroring my heart may eventually cease to weep
 Drizzling rain  against my cheek steadily washes the days away