Beautiful Day

Subbed by TheBlackCero


Composer: Mwk
Vocal: Hatsune Miku
http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31080705


~Kanji~
落ちる雫に 映る空模様
撓る新葉に 自分を重ねて
夜が明けたら きっと日は昇る
雨が上がったら 光芒が刺さる

きらり光る この世界も
ゆらり揺れる 僕の心も
暗く 辛く 冷たい雨が
削り 磨き 照らした

長い夜の雨 ぽつり
明日を彩る 青空描く音
寒い夜の雨 ぽつり
未来を明るく 照らす雨音

滴る雫に 映る未来像
生きる景色に 自分を重ねて
冬が終われば きっと花開く
宇が見えたら 願いを授けて

きらり光る この世界も
ゆらり揺れる 僕の心も
暗く 辛く 冷たい雨が
削り 磨き 照らした

長い夜の雨 ぽつり
明日を彩る 青空描く音
寒い夜の雨 ぽつり
未来を明るく 照らす雨音


~Romaji~

ochiru shizuku ni utsuru sora moyō
shinaru shinba ni jibun o kasanete
yoru ga aketara kitto hi wa noboru
ame ga agattara kōbō ga sasaru

kirari hikaru kono sekai mo
yurari yureru boku no kokoro mo
kuraku tsuraku tsumetai ame ga
kezuri migaki terashita

nagai yoru no ame potsuri
ashita o irodoru aozora egaku oto
samui yoru no ame potsuri
mirai o akaruku terasu amaoto

shitataru shizuku ni utsuru miraizō
ikiru keshiki ni jibun o kasanete
fuyu ga owareba kitto hana hiraku
sora ga mietara negai o sazukete

kirari hikaru kono sekai mo
yurari yureru boku no kokoro mo
kuraku tsuraku tsumetai ame ga
kezuri migaki terashita

nagai yoru no ame potsuri
ashita o irodoru aozora egaku oto
samui yoru no ame potsuri
mirai o akaruku terasu amaoto


~Translation~

The sky is reflected in the falling drops.
I can see a vision of myself in the supple new leaves.
When the night dawns, the sun would rise for sure,
and when the rain lets up, beams of light would shine through the clouds.

This glittering, radiant world
and my unsteady, wavering heart
were polished by the dark, harsh, cold rain—
that’s how they shine.

Pitter-patter, the long night rain falls.
The sounds paint a picture of the blue sky, adorning the morrow.
Pitter-patter, the cold night rain falls.
The sounds of the rain brilliantly illuminate the future.

The future is reflected in the trickling drops.
I can see a vision of myself in the living landscape.
When winter is over, the flowers would bloom for sure,
and when the heavens is visible, it’ll grant me my wish.

This glittering, radiant world
and my unsteady, wavering heart
were polished by the dark, harsh, cold rain—
that’s how they shine.

Pitter-patter, the long night rain falls.
The sounds paint a picture of the blue sky, adorning the morrow.
Pitter-patter, the cold night rain falls.
The sounds of the rain brilliantly illuminate the future.

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