赤い眼のレコ/Rec-O of the Red Eyes

(Title: 赤い眼のレコ)
(Singer: KAITO)
(Song and Lyrics: yanagi)
(Art: yanagi)
Links:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw2mz_vTHH8
https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm29181570

流れる雲の隙間には
さまよう琥珀色の風
見つめる深紅の瞳は
漂う光に混ざって
淡く揺らいだ
In the gaps between the clouds floating above,
amber colored winds flow restlessly without a destination.
The scarlet colored eyes that stare intently
are blurred by the light drifting in the air;
their colors faint, wavering.

黄昏に踊る蜃気楼
かざす小さな手から
こぼれ落ちた遠い記憶
As the mirage dances within the twilight,
from between his tiny hands, held over his face,
memories of times long gone spill over and scatter.

赤い眼のレコ　かすれた声で
最後のメロディ　呼び覚ました
乾いた風に　乗せるコトダマ
ひとつひとつ見送った
誰もが知らない場所で
誰かに届くように
Rec-O of the red eyes, with a crackled voice,
called forth the last melodies.
In the dry, scorching winds, one by one,
he bids farewell to the kotodama* drifting within.
In a place that nobody knows.
Hoping that they will reach someone.

砕けたガラスの城には
はじける鉛色の雨
見上げた深紅の瞳は
突き刺す朝焼けの中で
影に寄り添う
At the shattered palace of glass,
lead-colored rain pours forth.
The scarlet colored eyes that gaze above,
within the piercing light of the rising sun,
burrow themselves within the shadows.

ガラクタに溶けたユートピア
ノイズまみれのメモリー
辿る言葉欠け落ちてく
In the utopia submerged within the piles of refuse;
from his memory distorted by noise,
comes words seeking a destination.

赤い眼のレコ　曲がった指で
奏でるメロディ　遠く響く
灰色の空　ただ一人きり
ぐらつく体支えて
誰もが去りゆく場所で
誰かに伝えたくて
Rec-O of the red eyes, with his crooked fingers,
plays a melody resounding far, far away.
Alone under the ashen sky,
held up by his unsteady vessel.
In a place that everyone has left behind.
Hoping to convey to someone.

柔らかく包む木漏れ日も
焼き切れた瞳には
モノクロに歪むイミテーション
Even the light through the leaves that softly envelops him,
for his eyes that have been burned to the core,
are but misshapen imitations dyed in monochrome.

赤い眼のレコ　暗闇の中
赤い眼のレコ　ただ一人きり
Rec-O of the red eyes, within the darkness.
Rec-O of the red eyes, all by his lonesome.

赤い眼のレコ　かすれた声で
最後のメロディ　呼び覚ました
乾いた風に　乗せるコトダマ
ひとつひとつ見送った
誰もが知らない場所で
誰かに届くように
Rec-O of the red eyes, with a crackled voice,
called forth the last melodies.
In the dry, scorching winds, one by one,
he bids farewell to the kotodama drifting within.
In a place that nobody knows.
Hoping that they will reach someone.

*言霊, words that are believed to hold a strange power within them.