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神域の風紋

神域の風紋

Wind Ripples in the Sacred Precincts
Single2026年
"Wind Ripples in the Sacred Precincts" is a narrative ballad of advancing through a quiet sacred realm, guided by the shadow of a torii and the sound of bells. Like wind ripples etched into sand, hesitation and pain gradually settle, and prayer turns into resolve. Tender passages cross with moments where the pulse quickens, depicting the strength to take a single step forward even while holding onto fear. It's a song that steadies your heart and pushes you on in the hours before dawn.

Lyrics (Japanese)

鳥居の影が 夕凪に溶けて 砂に走る 風紋が揺れる 胸にしまった 願いの欠片 鈴の一音が 先に祈る 踏み入れたのは ただの森じゃない 呼吸の奥へ 続く道 名前のない痛みさえ ここなら ほどける 神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ わたしの迷いを 描き替えて 消えそうな声を もう一度呼ぶ 祈りは遠くへ 逃げない 濡れた石畳 月影の糸 足音だけが 罪を数える 強さの仮面 置き去りにして 素顔のまま 立ち向かう 折れた羽根でも 風は運ぶ 答えの形は まだ知らなくていい ただ守りたいものを 胸に灯せ 神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ 涙の跡さえ 道に変えて 怖いままでも 進めるのなら 夜明けは必ず 返事をする …返事をする 胸の奥で 鐘が鳴った 逃げる自分も 抱きしめた 境界線の向こう側で わたしは わたしを赦す 神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ この手の誓いを 風に刻む たとえ暗闇が 牙をむいても 祈りは剣にも 盾にもなる 神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ 未来の扉を 叩き起こせ

Translation

The torii's shadow melts into the evening calm Wind ripples run and tremble through the sand A shard of the wish I kept hidden in my chest A single bell note prays before I can What I stepped into was no ordinary wood A path that leads down deep into the breath Even a pain that carries no name Here, it comes undone Wind ripples in the sacred precincts, one by one Redrawing every doubt I held inside I call once more for the voice about to fade Prayer will not flee into the distance Wet flagstones, threads spun from the moonlight Only my footsteps count the weight of sin Casting aside the mask I wore for strength With my bare face, I stand and face it all Even on broken wings, the wind still carries me I don't need to know the shape of the answer yet Just the thing I long to protect Let it burn in my chest Wind ripples in the sacred precincts, one by one Turning even the trails of tears into a road If I can move forward while still afraid The dawn will surely send its reply …send its reply Deep in my chest a lone bell rang out I held even the self that wanted to run On the far side of the boundary line I forgive myself, and let myself be free Wind ripples in the sacred precincts, one by one I carve this vow of my hands into the wind Even if the darkness bares its fangs at me Prayer becomes a blade and a shield as well Wind ripples in the sacred precincts, one by one Pound on the door of tomorrow till it wakes