Track 3 · Lyricsトラック 3・歌詞
Sick Day
休む日
Fever makes a small country of one room while rest turns 我挺好的 into a gentle lie that keeps her company.熱のなか、ひとつの部屋と毛布が小さな国になる。我挺好的――「大丈夫」は、休む彼女に寄り添うやさしい嘘へ変わる。
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Something is wrong with time. The clock says eleven. Much later, it still says eleven.
She has already told the boss she cannot work. The truth is that she could probably force it. The more important truth is that her body said no and, for once, her brain listened.
Fever makes a strange little country out of the room: a blanket for its border, tissues for citizens, ginger tea cooling somewhere nearby. The television is selling a pan with alarming enthusiasm. The wallpaper hums. The clock breathes.
我挺好的. Actively untrue—but it is a small, friendly lie, and nobody else needs it today. Then the boss sends a heart and permission to feel better slowly. Healing takes a minute. The wallpaper agrees.
時間の動きがおかしい。時計は十一時。ずいぶん経ったはずなのに、まだ十一時。
もう上司には、仕事を休むと伝えた。無理をすれば、たぶん働ける。それも本当だ。でももっと大切なのは、体が「無理」と言い、今日だけは頭がその声を聞いたことだ。
熱のなか、部屋は小さな国になる。毛布が国境になり、ティッシュが住民になる。生姜湯はどこかで冷めている。テレビでは、ひどく熱心にフライパンを売っている。壁紙が唸り、時計が呼吸する。
我挺好的――まったく本当ではない。それでも今日は、自分ひとりに寄り添う小さくやさしい嘘だ。やがて上司からハート付きのメッセージが届き、ゆっくり元気になればいいのだと思える。回復には時間がかかる。壁紙もそう言っている。
Lyrics歌詞
我挺好的... not really Phone say eight AM, I said "boss, I think I'm out" Typed it up with one eye open, voice full of doubt Truth is I could probably work, that's the weird part of it But my body said "lie down" and my brain said "permit" 我挺好的 — fine, like a liar Tissue box tissue box tissue box, little soldier Clock go tick tick tick, every second feels like seven TV muffle somewhere, playing daytime heaven Half asleep, half awake, half a girl Drinking ginger tea in a flu-shaped world Every sniffle is a little apostrophe 我挺好的 — but also not really Sick day, sick day — blanket is my country Sick day, sick day — every dream is runny Fine, thanks, yeah, I'm totally fine 我挺好的 — actively lying Sick day, sick day — pillow is my pilot Sick day, sick day — floating in the quiet Fine, thanks, yeah, it's all okay 我挺好的 — from very far away The lady on the TV is selling something I think it's... a pan? I don't know what a pan is anymore Somewhere an ambulance I hope they're fine I hope I'm fine 我挺好的 Woke up in a pool of sweat, felt a little cinematic Every blanket I own is now a little bit dramatic Soup came from the kitchen, don't know who I am But the broth was good and the noodles pretty swam Sniffle sniffle sniffle, kleenex mountain growing Forehead hot like mercury, fever's kinda showing Boss text "feel better soon" with a soft little heart 我挺好的 — fine-ish, now I'm smart Sick day, sick day — blanket is my country Sick day, sick day — every dream is runny Fine, thanks, yeah, I'm totally fine 我挺好的 — actively lying Sick day, sick day — pillow is my pilot Sick day, sick day — floating in the quiet Fine, thanks, yeah, it's all okay 我挺好的 — from very far away The clock is breathing, the wallpaper is humming My grandmother is here... No she's not But also maybe, the soup is wisdom, the pillow is a planet I'm a little tired ghost wearing somebody's socks 我挺好的 Sick day, sick day — blanket's still my country Sick day, sick day — tomorrow I'll be better Fine, thanks, yeah, I made it through 我挺好的 — sort of, but true Sick day, sick day — healing takes a minute Sick day, sick day — and that's okay, dammit Fine, thanks, yeah, I'm almost fine 我挺好的 — nearly mine 我挺好的 我挺好的 Not really