この手 あの手 - じょん

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Upload Date: 12/25/12
Vocals: IA & 初音ミク - IA & Hatsune Miku
Composer & Movie: じょん - John
Illustrator & Title: さら - Sara

These Hands, Those Hands

I passed through a long night at the end of a year long, long ago.
The floor that the emergency lamp projected onto
Was blurred beyond our eyelashes,
Our hands were grasped.

It brings back a little time. That would be the passing of 5:00 in the evening.
The fir trees that finished their duties at the Third Street intersection
Get rid of their decorations one by one,
And are getting their lively lights stripped off.
While the fall of the curtain is quite too quick and
Is someone else's problem, it's dreary--

Even though winter is restless, only I was stopping.
I was thinking that it was nothing,
All alone.

Under a sky that seemed to be frozen, you quietly rushed up to me;
The reason you gave me with your downcast eyes wouldn't suffice. "Goodbye."
I was just crying.


I saw your backside off until the traffic light turned red,
And after that, I do not remember it very well.
If I look, the night was also wearing on,
And there was an incoming call which I did not recognize.
I was told that it was your best friend.
Without listening to their story to the end,
I started running in a daze.

While winter is restless, only I was stopping.
I was praying for who you are,
All alone.

One day, looking back upon
Today that is irreplaceable,
It will rival the same place,
So that we can smile a little shyly.

While listening to the excuses and the like of the adults who could not save you,
I desperately called out to you,
Maybe always with a voice that opened your eyes.
Our hands were grasped.

I was grasping your hands.

メテオ - じょん

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Upload Date: 03/20/11
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku (sweet)
Composer: じょん - John
Illustrator & Movie: SOE

Author's Comments
"At first, I had planned to publish this on the night of March 11, 2011.
Then we incurred the incidence of the Great East Japan Earthquake, and I postponed it;
But I decided to revise one portion of the story within the song, then publish it to this extent.
It is not naïveté, but I will be happy if you get the feeling of something from this song."

METEOR

Playing in the dead of night,
The murmurs of the clock
Tell of the beginnings
Of ticking, tocking dreams.

Above the clouds that gaze
About an uneven town
Is the arrival of a lost child
Who faintly flickers.

As we search for you, we sing,
As if our distantly thinking voices will one day be able to be delivered.

On the night of a star's shooting,
A northern wind blows through the streets.
Without contact from the person we've waited for,
We just design upon the following day.

The star takes along wishes,
And scatters apart through that sky.
We, during our sleep,
Have happy dreams.

A new beam of light
Weaves through the clouds.
Numberless sparkling
Lights are born...

Footsteps. Calling voices.
Everyone opens their eyes.
They'll entrust many
Wishes tonight, I think.

Though I cannot meet with you, I know.
In a distant town, you're standing, struck by the same rain.

A night of a downpour of stars.
The sound of rain swallowed up voices,
And we, unable to sleep,
Were looking at the glittering sky.

The seven colors of stardust and
The commotion echo on the earth,
And like fireworks blooming in a disarray,
It's confetti that flutters about the sky.

The strobe of outside lights and
Clouds that swell like ripples.
Floating water. Swaying hair.
Flocks of birds fly away,
As if the premonition of a miracle.
It trembles, the finger of a mother who hugs
The back of her child who leapt to their feet.
I just stand still.
While half asleep, my memories surround me.
The present that all the time
I walked through condenses into.
Until the time that this body
Is stolen by the gears that began to move,
I'll be strongly, just strongly thinking of you.

A night of a downpour of stars.
A northern wind carries bits of light,
And we, unable to sleep,
Just wish for the following day.

Crying voices of stardust and
Tinnitus are interrupted at my last moment,
And within the soundless scene,
I have a dream that will not end.

A night of a downpour of stars.
If I clasp a small pair of hands,
The stars will deliver
Our wishes to the distant sky,
And call for a happy morning.