Philip

子どものころ　完璧な世界を信じてた 白い雲の向こうに　正しい答えがあると思ってた でも　あの日のドライブで　風が言ったんだ 「自由ってのは　少しだけ痛いものだ」って

彼の背中は　不器用でまぶしくて 罪とやさしさのあいだに　僕は座ってた

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 夜のまちを　ふわり歩いた Laughing a little, crying a while. 誰にも見えない　夢を見てた

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 笑いながら　すこし泣いて The world’s not perfect, but maybe that’s fine. 風がそっと　そう言ってた

窓の外を流れてく　同じ空と線路 子どもの僕は　今よりずっと賢かった気がする 信じることの形を　教えてくれた人は きっと “悪い人” なんかじゃなかった

大人になって気づいたよ 正しさよりも　優しさのほうが難しいって

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 夜のまちを　ふわり歩いた Laughing a little, crying a while. 誰にも見えない　夢を見てた

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 笑いながら　すこし泣いて The world’s not perfect, but maybe that’s fine. 風がそっと　そう言ってた

From the radio, an old country song plays on. Its words make sense to me tonight. The “perfect world” he once believed in— maybe was just a lie to keep someone safe.

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 夜のまちを　ふわり歩いた Laughing a little, crying a while. 誰にも見えない　夢を見てた

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 笑いながら　すこし泣いて The world’s not perfect, but maybe that’s fine. 風がそっと　そう言ってた

風が吹いて　風が吹いて 名前を呼ぶような気がした 遠い空に　手を伸ばして 届かなくても　それでいい

光が揺れて　光が揺れて 涙のあとを　照らしてる あの日見た夢の続きが 今もどこかで　呼んでいる

When I was a child, I believed in a perfect world I thought beyond the white clouds there was a right answer But on that day's drive, the wind said, "Freedom is something that hurts, just a little"

His back was clumsy and dazzling Between sin and kindness, I was sitting

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. He drifted softly through the night town Laughing a little, crying a while. Dreaming a dream no one could see

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. Laughing, and crying a little The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. The wind softly said so

The same sky and railway flowing past the window I feel the child-me was far wiser than now The one who taught me the shape of believing surely wasn't a "bad person" at all

Growing up, I realized kindness is harder than being right

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. He drifted softly through the night town Laughing a little, crying a while. Dreaming a dream no one could see

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. Laughing, and crying a little The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. The wind softly said so

From the radio, an old country song plays on. Its words make sense to me tonight. The "perfect world" he once believed in— maybe was just a lie to keep someone safe.

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. He drifted softly through the night town Laughing a little, crying a while. Dreaming a dream no one could see

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. Laughing, and crying a little The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. The wind softly said so

The wind blows, the wind blows I felt it was calling a name Reaching out to the far sky Even if I can't reach, that's okay

The light sways, the light sways Lighting up the traces of tears The rest of the dream I saw that day is still calling somewhere, even now

小時候　我相信有個完美的世界 以為白雲的另一邊　有正確的答案 但是　那天的兜風裡　風說了 「所謂自由　是有一點點痛的東西」

他的背影　笨拙又耀眼 在罪與溫柔之間　我坐著

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　輕輕地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做著　誰也看不見的夢

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一邊笑著　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 風輕輕地　這麼說了

在窗外流過的　同一片天與鐵軌 小時候的我　感覺比現在聰明得多 教會我相信的形狀的那個人 一定　不是什麼「壞人」

長大後才發現 比起正確　溫柔更難

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　輕輕地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做著　誰也看不見的夢

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一邊笑著　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 風輕輕地　這麼說了

From the radio, an old country song plays on. Its words make sense to me tonight. The "perfect world" he once believed in— maybe was just a lie to keep someone safe.

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　輕輕地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做著　誰也看不見的夢

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一邊笑著　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 風輕輕地　這麼說了

風吹著　風吹著 彷彿在呼喚名字 朝遙遠的天空　伸出手 就算搆不著　那樣也好

光搖曳著　光搖曳著 照著淚水的痕跡 那天所見的夢的續集 如今也在某處　呼喚著

小时候　我相信有个完美的世界 以为白云的另一边　有正确的答案 但是　那天的兜风里　风说了 "所谓自由　是有一点点痛的东西"

他的背影　笨拙又耀眼 在罪与温柔之间　我坐着

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　轻轻地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做着　谁也看不见的梦

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一边笑着　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 风轻轻地　这么说了

在窗外流过的　同一片天与铁轨 小时候的我　感觉比现在聪明得多 教会我相信的形状的那个人 一定　不是什么"坏人"

长大后才发现 比起正确　温柔更难

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　轻轻地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做着　谁也看不见的梦

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一边笑着　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 风轻轻地　这么说了

From the radio, an old country song plays on. Its words make sense to me tonight. The "perfect world" he once believed in— maybe was just a lie to keep someone safe.

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 在夜晚的街　轻轻地走 Laughing a little, crying a while. 做着　谁也看不见的梦

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 一边笑着　稍微哭了 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 风轻轻地　这么说了

风吹着　风吹着 仿佛在呼唤名字 朝遥远的天空　伸出手 就算够不着　那样也好

光摇曳着　光摇曳着 照着泪水的痕迹 那天所见的梦的续集 如今也在某处　呼唤着

어릴 적　완벽한 세계를 믿었어 하얀 구름 너머에　올바른 답이 있다고 생각했어 하지만　그날의 드라이브에서　바람이 말했어 「자유란　조금은 아픈 거야」라고

그의 뒷모습은　서툴고 눈부셔서 죄와 다정함 사이에　나는 앉아 있었어

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 밤의 거리를　사뿐히 걸었어 Laughing a little, crying a while. 아무에게도 보이지 않는　꿈을 꿨어

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 웃으면서　조금 울고 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 바람이 살며시　그렇게 말했어

창밖을 흘러가는　같은 하늘과 선로 어릴 적의 나는　지금보다 훨씬 똑똑했던 것 같아 믿는다는 것의 모양을　알려준 사람은 분명 "나쁜 사람" 같은 게 아니었어

어른이 되어 깨달았어 올바름보다　다정함이 더 어렵다고

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 밤의 거리를　사뿐히 걸었어 Laughing a little, crying a while. 아무에게도 보이지 않는　꿈을 꿨어

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 웃으면서　조금 울고 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 바람이 살며시　그렇게 말했어

From the radio, an old country song plays on. Its words make sense to me tonight. The "perfect world" he once believed in— maybe was just a lie to keep someone safe.

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 밤의 거리를　사뿐히 걸었어 Laughing a little, crying a while. 아무에게도 보이지 않는　꿈을 꿨어

Phillip walked the streets at night, ghost in his smile. 웃으면서　조금 울고 The world's not perfect, but maybe that's fine. 바람이 살며시　그렇게 말했어

바람이 불어　바람이 불어 이름을 부르는 것 같았어 먼 하늘에　손을 뻗어 닿지 않아도　그걸로 괜찮아

빛이 흔들려　빛이 흔들려 눈물의 자국을　비추고 있어 그날 본 꿈의 뒷이야기가 지금도 어딘가에서　부르고 있어