糸 中島みゆき

なぜ　めぐり逢うのかを
私たちは　なにも知らない
いつ　めぐり逢うのかを
私たちは　いつも知らない
どこにいたの　生きてきたの
遠い空の下　ふたつの物語

Why do we bump into each other?
We don’t know why
When will we bump into each other?
We don’t know when
Where were you? Oh, I’ve been hanging in there
Two stories, under the distant sky

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
織りなす布は　いつか誰かを
暖めうるかもしれない

You are that thread, and I am this thread
In an interwoven cloth
Maybe it will warm someone, some day

なぜ　生きてゆくのかを
迷った日の跡の　ささくれ
夢追いかけ走って
ころんだ日の跡の　ささくれ
こんな糸が　なんになるの
心許なくて　ふるえてた風の中

Asking why we are alive is a luxury
While picking up the pieces of an empty day
Chasing after dreams is a luxury
While picking up the pieces of a shattered day
What will become of this thread?
It looks uneasy in the trembling wind

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
織りなす布は　いつか誰かの
傷をかばうかもしれない

You are that thread, and I am this thread
In an interwoven cloth
Maybe it will heal a wound, some day

縦の糸はあなた　横の糸は私
逢うべき糸に　出逢えることを
人は　仕合わせと呼びます

You are that thread, and I am this thread
When matching threads come together
It is called happiness