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The Reinterpreters - 余拍 rest(feat.suno)

Title : 余拍 rest Artist : The Reinterpreters (AI) #suno lyrics JP: いつからだろう 色が薄れた 鮮やかだったはずの毎日が 気づけば全部 灰色に並ぶ 同じ形の箱の中 「無駄を削れ」「もっと速く」 誰かの声に追われるように 笑う時間もぼんやりする日も 気がつけば全部削られた 指の間から砂のように するりとこぼれたあの音 ざわめきの中でかき消された 本当は一番大事な音 聞こえるか あのリズムが 止まったはずの休符が鳴りだす 急がなくていい 間に合わなくていい 今 ここで 息を吸えばいい 絵の具をぶちまけたような あの午後の色が蘇る 灰色に慣れたふりはもう終わりだ 俺の一拍が始まる 子どもの頃の午後3時 一日が百年もあった 草の匂い 砂の手触り 何にもないのに全部あった 思い出せ あの感覚 スケジュールの隙間じゃなくて 何もしないをまるごとひとつ それが生きてるってことだった 聞こえるか あのリズムが 錆びついた針が震えだす 間違ってもいい 遅れてもいい 自分のテンポで踏めばいい 耳をふさいでた手を放せ 忘れてた音が返ってくる 灰色に塗り潰された下から まだ色が滲んでいる 溜め込んでも増えはしない 使い切ったほうが豊かになる 無駄だと呼ばれた時間の中に 俺たちは本当にいた 数えきれないほど削ってきた 「意味がない」とラベルを貼って でも喉の奥に残ってるのは あの寄り道の匂いだけだ 聞こえるか あのリズムが 体の奥で鳴り止まない 急がなくていい 間に合わなくていい 俺の一拍は俺が決める 絵の具をぶちまけたような あの午後の色が溢れだす 灰色の声が届く前に この一拍を世界に刻む 灰色の朝がまた来ても この体はまだ鳴っている 一拍 また一拍 刻むたびに 世界に色が滲んでいく lyrics EN: When was it, I wonder, the colors started to fade Days that should have been so bright Before I knew it everything lined up in gray Locked inside the same-shaped boxes “Cut the waste.” “Move faster.” Like I’m being chased by somebody’s voice The time to laugh, the days to drift Before I knew it, they’d all been cut away Like sand slipping through my fingers That sound that slid right out of my hands Drowned out by the city’s restless noise Though it was the sound that mattered most Can you hear it now, that rhythm The silent rest we thought had stopped begins to ring No need to rush, no need to be on time Right here, right now, it’s enough just to breathe Like someone splashed paint all over the world Those colors of that afternoon return to life I’m done pretending I’m used to the gray This is the moment my own beat starts Three p.m. when I was a kid One day felt like a hundred years Smell of the grass, the feel of sand in my hands We had nothing, and somehow we had it all Remember it, that feeling Not a scrap of time between appointments But one whole block of “doing nothing” That’s what it meant to be alive Can you hear it now, that rhythm The rusted needle starts to shake It’s okay to be wrong, okay to be late Just step it out in your own tempo Let go of the hands that covered your ears The sounds you forgot come back to you Under all that gray that painted you over The colors are still bleeding through You can hoard it, but it’ll never grow Use it all, and somehow you feel more rich Inside the hours they called a waste That’s where we were really alive I’ve cut away more moments than I can count Slapped a label on them: “meaningless” But the only thing still stuck in my throat Is the smell of all those detours Can you hear it now, that rhythm Beating deep inside my body, never stopping No need to rush, no need to be on time I’m the one who decides where my beat hits Like someone splashed paint all over the world Those colors of that afternoon overflow Before the gray voices can reach me again I’ll carve this one beat into the world Even if another gray morning comes This body of mine is still sounding out With every beat, then another beat Color starts to bleed back into the world