The Reinterpreters - 余拍 rest(feat.suno)

Описание: 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