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