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#music #anime #story Verse 1: 朝五時のバス誰もしゃべらない 指先だけがこっそり踊る 消えかけの夢メモ帳のすみに 「あと一筆」って自分にメッセージ 今日も残業？って笑ってみせるけど 笑いじわよりまぶたが重い 「大丈夫、大丈夫」って口癖みたいに 呪文みたいにこすれていく声 Chorus: それでも描きたい 血管の線で世界をなぞる 報われなくても燃え残るキャンバス ねぇまだ終わりって言わないで 失敗だらけのこの手でしか 触れられない景色があるから Verse 2: 打刻のあとで心は出勤 タイムカードには映らない鼓動 「好きなことだけして生きたいね」って 言った瞬間机が笑った ねぇいつからだろう 努力は美徳結果は神様 そう教えられて走ってきたけど 呼吸の仕方忘れそうになる Chorus: それでも描きたい 震える線で今日をなぞる 報われなくても燃え残るキャンバス ねぇまだ終わりって言わないで 評価も賞も置き去りでいい わたしの速さで走らせてよ Bridge: 歩く走る止まる逆再生 心拍だけがリズムを刻む 「頑張りすぎだよ」ってあなたは言うけど 頑張る前からここにいたんだよ 失敗して崩れてそれでも笑って 形を変える粘土みたいに ねぇ聞こえる？ この小さな声何度も上書き保存 Chorus: それでも描きたい 明日がぐちゃぐちゃでもかまわない 報われなくても燃え残るキャンバス ねぇまだ終わりって言わないで 擦り切れそうな心の端っこで 「好き」を叫ぶそれがわたしの仕事 Outro: 帰り道ひとり電柱の影 深呼吸したら胸がひらいた 「また明日」じゃなくて「まだ続き」 ここからだよってつぶやいた (あぁ) --- Verse 1: The 5:00 AM bus—no one speaks. Only my fingertips are secretly dancing. A fading dream tucked in the corner of my notepad, A message to myself: "Just one more stroke." "Overtime again today?" I ask with a forced smile, But my eyelids are heavier than my smile lines. "I'm fine, I'm fine," I say, like a habit, Like a mantra, my voice wears thin as I speak. Chorus: Even so, I want to draw. Tracing the world with the lines of my veins. Even if it never pays off, this canvas keeps burning. Hey, don't tell me it's over yet. Because there’s a landscape that can only be touched By these hands, covered in failures. Verse 2: After punching out, my heart starts its shift. A heartbeat that doesn't show up on a time card. "I wish I could live just doing what I love," The moment I said it, my desk seemed to laugh. Hey, I wonder when it started... Being told "Effort is a virtue, Results are God." I've been running with that carved into me, Until I’m almost forgetting how to breathe. Chorus: Even so, I want to draw. Tracing today with a trembling line. Even if it never pays off, this canvas keeps burning. Hey, don't tell me it's over yet. I don't care about evaluations or awards. Just let me run at my own pace. Bridge: Walk, run, stop, rewind— Only my pulse keeps the rhythm. "You're trying too hard," you tell me, But I was already here long before the "trying" started. Failing, crumbling, yet smiling through it, Changing shape like a piece of clay. Hey, can you hear it? This tiny voice, saving over itself again and again. Chorus: Even so, I want to draw. I don't care if tomorrow is a total mess. Even if it never pays off, this canvas keeps burning. Hey, don't tell me it's over yet. From the frayed edges of my heart, Shouting "I love this"—that is my real work. Outro: Alone on the way home, in the shadow of a utility pole, I take a deep breath and my chest opens up. Not "See you tomorrow," but "To be continued." "It starts from here," I whispered.