Track 3 · Lyricsトラック 3・歌詞
Read Receipts
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A reunion rehearsed for thirteen years lasts eleven seconds and exposes the almost-love still waiting in unsent messages.13年かけて思い描いた再会は11秒で終わり、送らなかったメッセージの中に残る「もう少しで恋だったもの」をさらけ出す。
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He rehearsed this reunion for thirteen years. The real version takes eleven seconds.
‘It's been a while.’ Yes. It has. She has two children now. He has an email folder full of messages he never sent and keeps meaning to delete.
情深缘浅: deep feeling, shallow fate. The phrase is more elegant than the reality, which includes a wedding dessert, a polite nod, and a hypothetical burner account that definitely does not exist for any specific reason.
我挺好的. He says he moved on. The song's quieter voice keeps correcting him. He hopes she is happy. She is. He is not—but, for the first time, he stops pretending that this is the end of the sentence.
彼は、この再会を13年間も練習してきた。現実の再会は、11秒で終わる。
「久しぶり」。そう、本当に久しぶりだった。彼女には今、二人の子どもがいる。彼には、送らなかったメッセージでいっぱいのメールフォルダがあり、いつか消そうと思い続けている。
情深缘浅――想いは深く、縁は浅い。その言葉は、現実よりもずっと優雅だ。現実にあるのは、結婚式のデザート、礼儀正しい会釈、そして、特定の理由など何ひとつなく、もちろん実在もしないはずの匿名アカウントだ。
我挺好的――彼は、もう前へ進んだと言う。曲の奥から聞こえる小さな声が、そのたびに訂正する。彼女の幸せを願っている。実際、彼女は幸せだ。彼はまだそうではない。けれど初めて、そこで文が終わったふりをするのをやめる。
Lyrics歌詞
我挺好的 Yeah, I don't think about her much I wrote a message that I never sent, still sitting in my drafts From two-thousand-eleven, some coward's confession, some half-finished laugh You were the almost, you were the maybe, the nearly, the close The "what if I had said it sooner" that still keeps me up the most You married someone who looks like me if the picture was cropped wrong I sent a heart on your wedding post because I'm a grown man, come on I drafted a toast in case you ever asked and you never would I've been fine about it for thirteen years — it's getting pretty good The piano plays a waltz for two, but I'm dancing on my own Every ghost I didn't kiss is still a ghost inside my phone Every "you up?" I didn't send is a monument I keep Tick-tock on the eight-oh-eight — I've got archives, I don't weep 情深缘浅 — deep feeling, shallow fate Loved you like a novel I won't open, it's too late 我挺好的 — yeah, I'm good, I moved on Just don't ask me why I still remember what you had on 情深缘浅 — the feelings were an ocean Got a thimble of a fate and I've been drinking it in slow motion 我挺好的 — I'm fine, I promise, swear (Still check your story, still pretend I don't care) Saw you at a wedding once, we did the polite-nod dance You said "it's been a while" and I said "yeah" and then I lost my stance I rehearsed a thousand versions of what I would say if we met The actual version was "hey" and "oh cool" and then immediate regret You have two kids now, they have your eyes, which means they have my doom I follow you from a burner account like a very sad perfume I'm a grown man weeping to a Chopin nocturne on a Tuesday 情深缘浅 — I guess the universe just thought it'd be too easy The piano plays a waltz for one, 'cause that math adds up Every read receipt's a little eulogy, just how love gives up Every silence is a sentence, every pause a full-stop sigh The eight-oh-eight keeps the heartbeat of a thing that didn't die 情深缘浅 — deep feeling, shallow fate Loved you like a novel I won't open, it's too late 我挺好的 — yeah, I'm good, I moved on Just don't ask me why I still remember what you had on 情深缘浅 — the feelings were an ocean Got a thimble of a fate and I've been drinking it in slow motion 我挺好的 — I'm fine, I promise, swear (Still check your story, still pretend I don't care) The thing about an almost It never gets to end It just keeps almost-ending In a loop that doesn't bend I'm not in love, I'm just in echo I'm not crying, I'm just clearing out my throat I'm just 我挺好的 (I'm not) 情深缘浅 — the ocean and the thimble Thirteen years of "I'm okay" and I can't keep it simple (挺好的, 挺好的, 挺好的, 挺好的) 我挺好的, 我挺好的, 我挺好的 I hope she's happy 我挺好的 (She is) (I'm not) 我挺好的 Yeah, I don't think about her much (I'm not)