いきのこり ぼくら (ikinokori bokura)
Ichiko Aoba
Survivors
Connecting our eyes with the light of the clouds, we finally arrived at this big place, Japan
I was scared until I got out of the long tunnel, but I sat down relieved
The soles of my feet are so dirty, they hurt a little, but I don't know if it's my blood
On the top of a big mountain, we embrace each other with our beautiful lives and warm hearts
At the foot of the big mountain, in the land of lions, looking up at us
In my Boston bag I have three days' worth of clothes and a picture of my daughter
He might be crying somewhere right now Or he might be laughing
The birds immediately pick up the new carcasses and carry them high into the sky
The everyday weather will continue forever. I have to get used to it. I have to get used to it
About as big as a mushroom, about as big as a mushroom, about as big as a mushroom, about as big as a mushroom, about us
