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 Inochi No Namae
 
 Kanji
 
 青空に線を引く
 飛行機曇の白さは
 ずっとどこまでも ずっと続いてく
 明日を知ってたみたい
 
 胸で浅く息をしてた
 熱い頬さました風も おぼえてる
 
 未来の前にすくむ手足は
 静かな声にほどかれて
 叫びたいほど懐かしいのは
 一つの命 真夏の光
  肩に 揺れてた 木漏れ日
 
 つぶれた白いボール
 風が散らした花びら
 二つを浮かべて 見えない川は
 歌いながら流れてく
 
 秘密も嘘も喜びも
 宇宙を生んだ神様の 子供達
 
 未来の前にすくむ心が
 いつか名前を思い出す
 叫びたいほど愛しいのは
 一つの命 帰りつく場所
  指に 消えない 夏の日
 
 未来の前にすくむ心が
 いつか名前を思い出す
 叫びたいほど愛しいのは
 一つの命 帰りつく場所
 私の  消えない 夏の日
 
 Romaji
 
 Aozora ni sen wo 
  no shirosa wa
 Zutto dokomademo  tsuzuiteku
 Asu  shitte'ta mitai
 
 Mune de  iki wo shiteta
 Atsui hoo samashita  mo oboeteru
 
 Mirai no mae ni  teashi wa
 Shizuka  koe ni hodokarete
 Sakebitai hodo natsukashii  wa
 Hitotsu no inochi  no hikari
 Anata no kata ni  komorebi
 
 Tsubureta shiroi booru
 Kaze  chirashita hanabira
 Futatsu wo ukabete mienai  wa
 Utainagara nagareteku
 
 Himitsu mo uso  yorokobi mo
 Uchuu wo unda kami-sama  kodomo-tachi
 
 Mirai no mae ni sukumu  ga
 Itsuka  wo omoidasu
 Sakebitai hodo  no wa
 Hitotsu  inochi kaeritsuku basho
 Watashi no  ni kienai natsu no hi
 
 English (satoru-13@animelyrics.com)
 
 The whiteness of the clouds left behind  a plane
 Draw a line across the blue 
  no matter to where, always continuing
 As if it knew 
 
 In  chest I breathed in a shallow breath
  remember the breeze that blew on my hot cheek
 
  hands and feet which are bound before the future
 Are freed by a  voice
 So nostalgic that I want to scream  is
  life, the midsummer light
 At your  swaying, the sunbeams streaming through the leaves
 
 The white ball at 
 The petals which have been scattered  the wind
 The invisible  which carries both
 Singing while flowing 
 
 Secrets and lies  joy
  the children of the gods who created this universe
 
 The heart which is bound  the future
 Someday, will remember  name
 So loved that I want to scream  is
 One life, the  to return to
 At my fingertips, the summer day which  disappear
 
 The heart  is bound before the future
  will remember its name
  loved that I want to scream out, is
  life, the place to return to
 At  fingertips, the summer day which doesn't disappear