| 優しい香りがまだ消えない |
| 焼け焦げた言葉 |
| 耳からこびり付いて何もかもが… |
| だから心に決めたんだ |
| 今日も見えない雲が殺した満月 |
| テーブルはいつも一人 |
| 並べられたスプーンやフォーク |
| 首にかけられたナプキン |
| とっくに冷えきった白い皿に入ったスープ |
| 沈黙に流れる鼓動と隣の家から聞こえる |
| かすかな雑音 |
| 気怠さに任せ床に寝そべる |
| 横に見えた世界は意外に新鮮で |
| 土の方へ伸びる |
| 初めて一つになれたんだ |
| 今日はこのまま寝りにつきたい |
| 動く米粒にいつか羽が生える? |
| 手を後ろまわし探る |
| 僕は飛べない何故だろ? |
| 僕は僕を捜してる |
| 誰も何も教えてはくれないの? |
| 何故?何故? |
| わらわらと増えてくる君は… |
| ソファーの下探してた銀のナイフ見つけ |
| 椅子に座り直し口に肉を運ぶ |
| 美味しいはずのライスも口に頬張り |
| 羽を探す |
| Yasashii kaori ga mada kienai |
| Yake kogeta kotoba |
| Mimi kara kobiritsuite nani mo kamo ga… |
| Dakara kokoro ni kimetanda |
| Kyou mo mienai kumo ga koroshita mangetsu |
| Teeburu wa itsumo hitori |
| Narabe rareta supuun ya fouku |
| Kubi ni kake rareta napukin |
| Tokku ni hie kitta shiroi sara ni haitta Suupu |
| Chinmoku ni nagareru kodou to tonari no ie kara kikoeru |
| Kasukana zatsuon |
| kedarusa ni makase yuka ni nesoberu |
| Yoko ni mieta sekai wa igai ni shinsende |
| Tsuchi no hou e nobiru |
| Hajimete hitotsu ni naretanda |
| Kyou wa kono mama nemuri ni tsukitai |
| Ugoku kometsubu ni itsuka hane ga haeru? |
| Te o ushiro mawashi saguru |
| Boku wa tobenai nazedaro? |
| Boku wa boku o sagashi teru |
| Dare mo nani mo oshiete wa kurenai no? |
| Naze? Naze? |
| Wara wara to fuete kuru kimi wa… |
| Sofaa no shita sagashi teta gin no naifu mitsuke |
| Isu ni suwari naoshi kuchi ni niku o hakobu |
| Oishii hazu no raisu mo kuchi ni houbari |
| Hane o sagasu |
| I can still smell the soft scent |
| The burned words |
| It’s stuck in my ear like everything else is… |
| So I made up my mind |
| I can’t see the full moon today |
| The clouds killed it |
| As always, I am sitting at the table alone |
| The spoon and fork are in place |
| The napkin hangs from my neck |
| The soup has already gone cold in the white bowl |
| You can hear the sound of my heartbeat in the silence |
| And some noise from the neighbors |
| Letting exhaustion take over me, I lay on the floor |
| The scenery I see from here was unexpectedly new to me |
| So I reach for the dirt |
| For the first time I became one |
| I just want to go to sleep |
| When will wings grow on the moving rice kernel? |
| My hands are behind me |
| I search |
| Why can’t I fly? |
| I search for myself |
| Why won’t anybody tell me? |
| Why? Why? |
| With your multiplying selves… |
| I found the silver knife I was looking for underneath the sofa |
| I sit back up on the chair and taste the meat |
| I stuff my face with the rice that is supposed to be tasty |
| And search for the wings |