Kagerou Days

Kagerou Days hachi gatsu juu-go nichi no gogo juu-ni jihan kurai no koto tenki ga ii byouki ni narisou na hodo mabushii hizashi no naka suru koto mo nai kara kimi to tabetteita demo maa, natsu wa kirai kana neko wo nade nagara kimi wa futebute shiku tsubuyaita aa, nigedashita neko no ato wo oikakete tobikondeshimatta no wa aka ni kawatta shingouki batto toota TORAKKU (truck) ga kimi wo hikizutte nakisakebu chi shibuki no iro, kimi no kaori to mazariatte musekaetta uso mitai na kagerou ga “uso janai zo” tte waratteru natsu no mizuiro kakimawasu you na semi no oto ni subete kuranda me wo samashita tokei no hari ga narihibiku BEDDO (bed) de ima wa nanji? hachi gatsu juu-yokka no gozen juu-ni ji-sugi kurai wo sasu yake ni urusai semi no koe oboeteita demo saa, sukoshi fushigi da na onaji kouen de kinoo mita yume wo omoidashita “mou kyou wa kaerou ka” michi ni nuketa toki mawari no hito wa minna ue wo miage kuchi wo aketeita rakkashite kita tecchu ga kimi wo tsuranuite tsukisasaru tsunzaku himei to fuuin no oto ga kigi no sukima de karamawari wazato rashii kagerou ga “yume janai zo” tte waratteru kuramu shikai ni kimi no yokogao waratteiru you na ki ga shita nando sekai ga kurandemo kagerou ga waratte ubaisaru. kurikaeshita nanjuunen. mou tokkuni ki ga tsuiteitaro. konna yokuaru hanashi nara ketsumatsu wa kitto hitotsu dake. kurikaeshita natsu no hi no mukou batto oshinoke tobikonda shuunkan TORAKKU (truck) ni buchiataru chi shibuki no iro, kimi no hitomi to kishimu karada ni ranhanshashite monku arige na kagerou ni “zamaamiroyo” tte warattara jitsu ni yokuaru natsu no hi no koto. sonna nanika ga koko de owatta. me wo samashita hachi gatsu juu-yokka no BEEDO (bed) no ue shoujo wa tada, “mata dame datta yo” to hitori neko wo dakikakaeteta

On August 15th, 12:30 in the afternoon, The weather was incredibly nice And amidst the sickening rays of the dazzling sun I spoke with you, for I had nothing else to do “Well, y’know, I kind of hate summer,” You boldly murmured while petting a cat Ah, you pursued that cat as it ran away from you And what jumped out was the traffic light that changed to a glaring red Suddenly, a truck came out of nowhere and struck you as you screamed Your scent, now mingled with sprayed blood, choked me In the haze of lies, the haze of heat laughed, “This is all real!” With that, like a cricket’s sound being disturbed, the light blue of summer darkened away I woke up upon my bed to the sound of a ticking clock What time is it now? On August 14th, sometime past 12 in the morning I recalled the sound of an awfully annoying cricket But, y’know, it’s a little strange. Yesterday, in a dream, I saw us walking in this same exact park “Why don’t we go home now?” The second you stepped off the pathway, Everyone surrounding us turned their heads up to the sky and opened their mouths From the sky, down dropped an iron pole that pierced your body straight through The sound of windchimes and your ripping screams filled the spaces between the park trees In this unnatural scene, the shimmering heat laughed, “This is the real thing!” As my vision blurred away, I glanced at your profile, and thought I saw you smiling Countless times have had me black out in the laughing heat like this This cycle has repeated for decades. I’d realized that a long time ago. In this kind of clichéd story, there must only be one ending. Beyond this repeating summer day, it has to exist. Suddenly, I pushed you aside and jumped into the street; at that moment, the truck slammed into me Your eyes and my twisted body were like hazy reflections of the blood that sprayed everywhere If that praiseful heat haze laughed, “Serves you right!” again Then this would be what you’d call a normal summer day. But all of that ended today. On August 14th, a girl awoke upon her bed And she said, “I failed this time, too…” as she cradled a single cat