

あなたが生まれた海辺の町が
あなたを作った一部なら
きっとあなたの心の中は
あの海や風のように涼やかだろう
あなたが育った優しい場所が
あなたを作った一部なら
きっとあなたの愛する人も
出会った人たちに似てるだろう
ぽっかりと空いた都会の穴を
埋め合わせてくれるのが
あなただったらと思うけど
思い出せるあなたは横顔ばかり
素敵な誰かに微笑みかけている
まぶしい嘘の世界
あなたはおそらく気づかぬままで
あなたの考える幸せに
毎日ひたって別の人生を
思うことなどもなく歩いてく
あなたを愛するはずの人が
本当にあなたを愛するのなら
あなたを見えない鳥かごの中に
閉じ込めてはいないはずなのに
それでも涙が流れないならば
その手のひらが、やわらかいほほが
暖かいままならばよいのだけど
思い出せるあなたは悲しい目ばかり
何もない虚空に微笑みかけている
優しい嘘の世界
そんな期待が全部わたしの
杞憂であればよいのだけれど
わたしの中のどす黒い心の
生み出している幻だとよいのに
思い出せるあなたは作り顔ばかり
戸惑いながら微笑みかけている
まぶしい嘘の世界
思い出せるあなたは横顔ばかり
何もない虚空に微笑みかけている
優しい嘘の世界
- Lyricist
toshi
- Composer
toshi
- Producer
toshi
- Programming
toshi

Listen to The silhouette of her face. by toshi
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The silhouette of her face.
toshi
A quiet, wistful song told from the perspective of someone watching another person from a distance. The subject grew up in a small seaside town, and the narrator imagines that the calm sea breeze and gentle surroundings must have shaped their character. If the places and people that form us become part of who we are, then surely this person carries within them the same quiet kindness as the shore where they were born.
Yet the memories the narrator holds are strangely incomplete. What comes to mind is never a full face-only a profile. A side glance, a faint smile directed toward someone else. Beautiful, almost radiant, and yet somehow distant. Beneath that brightness there seems to be a hint of loneliness, a suggestion that the smile might not be entirely real.
The narrator wishes that this person could fill the empty spaces of a lonely city life, while at the same time fearing that they may be living inside an invisible cage of expectations and quiet compromises. Perhaps everything is truly gentle and happy. Perhaps the doubts themselves are nothing more than the narrators own dark imagination. Still, the question lingers.
Is the warmth of everyday life genuine, or is it a soft and merciful illusion?
Through the recurring image of a profile, the song delicately captures the difficulty of truly understanding another person. It is a tender meditation on love, distance, and the quiet hope that someone we care about is living in a world that is kind to them even if we can never fully see it ourselves.



