
眠らない証言
Testimony that never sleeps
Single2025年
The light of a camera blinking at a nighttime intersection. The record can't be erased—even if you hide the truth, the light sees everything. "Testimony that never sleeps" is a story in which two voices, conscience and record, chase the truth. It's a song depicting the unerasable traces surfacing in the digital dark and the strength of a heart that tries to face them without running. A dark pop song where a quiet tension, a cinematic arc, and the message "choose light, not punishment" resonate deeply within the listener.
Lyrics (Japanese)
交差点で瞬くガラスの目
伏せたまつ毛に滲むRECランプ
タイムスタンプが夜を刻む
消したはずの息が画面に残る
鍵をかけても夢は眠らない
胸の奥で告発が明滅する
眠らない証言 光は見ていた
隠しても浮かぶ 名前も手口も
罪より強いのは「確かな記録」
夜が明けるまで 真実を歌え
監査ログが波のように押し寄せる
フォルダの底で息をする影
上書きできない指の温度
震える合言葉は誰のため
目を逸らすたび残像は濃くなる
「見つめ返せ」と呼ぶ声がある
眠らない証言 秒針が告げる
嘘はほどける 記憶の縫い目
逃げない心で すべてに触れて
罰ではなく 光を選べ
私は記録 あなたの影を抱く
僕は良心 君の声を借りる
二つの声が重なる場所で
ドアが軋み 真昼が差し込む
眠らない証言 今ここで叫ぶ
隠しても浮かぶ 消せない痕跡
赦しは告白の先に生まれる
もう終わらせよう 真夜中の裁き
Translation
Glass eyes flicker at the crossing's signal glow
Beneath lowered lashes bleeds a recording light
A timestamp carves its mark into the night
A breath I thought I erased still haunts the screen
Even behind locked doors my dreams refuse to sleep
Deep in my chest the accusation blinks and burns
Testimony that never sleeps, the light had seen it all
Hide it as you may, the name and the method still surface
Stronger than the crime is the record we can trust
Until the dawn breaks open, sing the truth out loud
Audit logs come rushing in like waves against the shore
At the bottom of the folder a shadow draws its breath
A warmth of fingertips that nothing can overwrite
Who are these trembling words we share even meant for?
Each time I look away the afterimage grows deeper still
A voice keeps calling out to me, "Turn and meet my eyes"
Testimony that never sleeps, the second hand declares
The lie unravels thread by thread along the seams of memory
With a heart that will not run, I reach and touch it all
Choose the light, not the punishment, this time
I am the record, holding your shadow in my arms
I am the conscience, borrowing the sound of your voice
In the place where these two voices overlap as one
A door creaks open, and high noon comes pouring through
Testimony that never sleeps, it cries out here and now
Hide it as you may, the trace will never fade away
Forgiveness is only born beyond the act of confession
Let us end it now at last, this midnight judgment