Track 4 · Lyricsトラック 4・歌詞
Dust, lol
塵（笑）
An app, a dead houseplant, and an entire impermanent universe turn the narrator's bleakest joke into a small act of release.アプリ、枯れた観葉植物、そして移ろい続ける宇宙全体が、語り手の最も暗い冗談を、小さな解放へ変えていく。
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He reads the Heart Sutra on an app between two emails and a yawn. His phone is almost gone, so he plugs it in before continuing with impermanence.
The dead houseplant, an old breakfast bowl, monuments, photographs, awards, and the sun itself all enter the same audit. Everything has been something else before. Everything will become something else after.
万事皆空. The narrator first uses the phrase like the bleakest possible punchline. Then he finally understands why he is laughing. If everything changes, an imperfect timeline is not a personal failure carved into stone.
我挺好的. For once he does not force the sentence to mean denial, recovery, or wisdom. It is simply a small sound inside a much larger process.
Dust, lol. That is the whole notice.
彼は二通のメールとひとつのあくびの間に、アプリで般若心経を読む。スマホの充電が尽きかけていたので、無常について読み進める前に充電器へつなぐ。
枯れた観葉植物、使い慣れた朝食用の器、記念碑、写真、賞、そして太陽まで、すべてが同じ棚卸しに入る。あらゆるものは以前、別の何かだった。そして、これからも別の何かになっていく。
万事皆空。語り手は最初、この言葉を、この上なく暗いオチとして使う。それから、自分がなぜ笑っているのかにようやく気づく。すべてが変わるのなら、不完全な歩みは、石に刻まれた個人的な失敗ではない。
我挺好的。今度だけは、そのひと言に、強がり、回復、悟りのどれかを無理に背負わせない。それは、もっと大きな移ろいの中にある、小さな音にすぎない。
『Dust, lol』――それが、この知らせの全文だ。
Lyrics歌詞
我挺好的 And also everything is dust The Buddha said impermanence, I said "yeah, whatever, cool" Now I'm forty-something watching cherry blossoms play the fool They bloom for seven days and then they scatter in the wind I used to think that was poetic — now I think I'm the cherry blossom, friend My houseplant died in silence, it had watched me fail at love Its leaves turned yellow like a monk who'd had enough of what's above The bowl I use for breakfast was a forest, was a tree, was a breath Everything I touch has been something else before, and something after death The pipe organ is playing me my own processional All my ambitions are a lotus blooming in the compost bowl Every breath I take was borrowed from a lung that isn't mine Tick-tock on the eight-oh-eight — I'm the hourglass AND the time 万事皆空 — everything is empty, every lotus blooms in ash 我挺好的 — yeah I'm fine, the universe is trash 万事皆空 — every empire fell to grass, every lover turned to dust 我挺好的 — I'm a bag of bones remembering the shape of trust 万事皆空 — forgot my reusable bag again, the ocean dies 我挺好的 — the stars are also dying, ha ha, surprise I read the Heart Sutra on an app between some emails and a yawn 色即是空 — form is emptiness, and my phone was almost gone The Pyramids were built by guys who thought they'd be remembered clear They were — but only for the monument, and now the guys aren't here Every selfie is a small eternity that doesn't last Every Oscar winner will be trivia in a hundred years, that's fast The sun itself will die in five billion years or so, ha ha I forgot to water the plant again, 万事皆空, la la la The pipe organ is conducting a small funeral for me All my regrets are a mandala I'll have to sweep away Every moment I've been clinging to is ash I haven't scattered Tick-tock on the eight-oh-eight — like none of this has ever mattered 万事皆空 — everything is empty, every lotus blooms in ash 我挺好的 — yeah I'm fine, the universe is trash 万事皆空 — every empire fell to grass, every lover turned to dust 我挺好的 — I'm a bag of bones remembering the shape of trust 万事皆空 — my dead plant and a dying star are basically the same I forgot my own middle name So here's the thing about dust It used to be mountains It used to be Gods It used to be cathedrals It used to be lovers It used to be me And the funny thing, the really funny thing Is that I'm fine with it No, really I'm fine with it 我—— 我——挺—— 我挺好—— 万事皆空 — so light your incense, scatter ash, and do your best 万事皆空 — every sigh I've sighed is folded in this final breath 万事皆空 — every lotus, every meeting, every love, every boss 万事皆空 — every me that I've been mourning 万事皆空 — was already dust, I was never even lost 万事皆空 万事皆空 万事皆空