JOHN DOE

遥か遠い昔の空に　掲げた誓いの灯は

暗く沈む夜の随に　溢れ零れるAllelopathy

重ね記す想いは現在に　仇名す諸刃の希望

徒に蔓延る虚像が　影を落としたSymbiosis

身を焦がす炎に　焼かれた翅芽の欠片は未だ

光を夢見て　眠り続ける

ひとすじの光芒を描き　流れる星に乗せた

祈りの行方さえも知らず　何処に向かい歩き出すの？

誰もが旅の途中　それぞれが描く未来図に

カタチがあるのなら　それは誰も知らない

John Doe

万雷轟く　隠しきれないこの高鳴り

皆が口を閉ざした　愚かな理想の先

何もないとしても　無に還るんだとしても

二重螺旋の名の下に　I will lead an honest life!

絶望の底に咲く　機械仕掛けの花を探す

零れて落ちるのは　涙？　深いため息？

Can’t know!

灯影は揺らめき　新しい誓いは匂い立つ

鼓動が誘うのは　深い愛憎の先

降り積もるカルマ　得難い失楽の灯

理性と感性の狭間で　I still lead an honest life.

夜明けが訪れて　深い眠りから覚めてなお

魂は眩んで　明日も見えない

ひとひらの輝き　心の静謐はまだ先

いびつな願いだとしても　また手を伸ばす

John Doe

嵐に飲まれて　熱に魘された春の日に

貴方の夢を見る　届かないとしても

終幕はどこに？　墓碑銘に何と刻む？

誰に目にもふれないまま　I will live until the end.

The light of the vow raised long ago in the distant sky
Spills and overflows in the sinking dark of night—Allelopathy.

The thoughts I continue to write in the present
Become a double-edged hope.
The vainly spreading illusion casts its shadow—Symbiosis.

The fragments of scorched wings
Still dream of light and continue to sleep.

Drawing a single ray of light, riding on a shooting star,
Not knowing even where the prayers will lead, where do we start walking?

Everyone is on their own journey.
If there’s a shape to the future each of us envisions,
It’s something no one knows

John Doe.

Thunder roars, and this heartbeat cannot be hidden.
Everyone fell silent ahead of foolish ideals.
Even if there’s nothing there, even if we return to nothing,
In the name of the double helix, I will lead an honest life!

Searching for the mechanical flower blooming at the bottom of despair,
What spills and falls—is it tears? Or a deep sigh?

Can’t know!

The flickering lamplight sways, and a new vow is fragrant.
What the heartbeat leads to is a place of deep love and hatred.
The piling karma, the rare light of lost paradise,
Between reason and emotion, I still lead an honest life.

Even as dawn arrives, and I wake from a deep sleep,
My soul remains blinded, unable to see tomorrow.
A single spark, and the stillness of my heart is still far off,
Even if it’s a distorted wish, I’ll reach out again

John Doe.

Swallowed by the storm, haunted by heat on that spring day,
I dream of you, even if I cannot reach.
Where is the final act? What will be engraved on my tombstone?
Without being seen by anyone, I will live until the end.
Without being seen by anyone, I will live until the end.