Looking down at the pavement while walking,
you might notice litter on the ground,
such as a piece of chewing gum or
a scatter of fallen cherry blossoms.
Both were good things before they became waste.
After they become litter, however,
they can be ranked differently.
Dropped gum is sticky, unsightly and
difficult to remove,
whereas fallen blossoms are loose and
easily swept away.
From a cleaner's perspective,
fallen blossoms should be ranked
higher than dropped gum
for obvious reasons.
Yet, neither the gum nor the blossoms are
likely aware that they are being judged
long after their purpose has ended.
ReoNa - 生きてるだけでえらいよ
ReoNa - 活着就很了不起了
聽我說啊，
我前陣子差點被自行車撞到。
那個大叔氣沖沖地吼我：
“太危險了吧！看著點前面走路啊！”
可是啊，我不知怎的就是做不到，
根本沒有抬起頭的力氣。
連走路的力氣都沒有，
可我又不得不回家。
那時候我才意識到，
原來雙腳是不會自己往前挪的。
人行橫道上的白線，
每跨過一條都要走上三步。
最近每天都是這樣。
滿腦子只看得到“啊，這裡掉了個口香糖”，
連天空是晴是陰都不知道。
不過，這麼說來，
我昨天倒是注意到了一件事呢——
原來井蓋上印著櫻花呀。
聽我說，有時候，
我也會有想要“再努力看看”的日子。
但最後果然還是不行，
在電車上就忍不住哭了出來。
哭得整張臉都皺在一起，
又覺得不能在那種地方哭出聲來，
就只能拼命憋著，
結果連鼻涕都流出來了，
真的好難受，嗚嗚地抽嗒。
雖然也是理所當然的，
但當時根本沒有人來幫我，
感覺全世界就只剩下我一個人。
到站之後我硬撐著走下了車，
卻在原地一動不動站了好久。
我就坐在站台的椅子上。
這時候，
有幾個男高中生吵吵嚷嚷地走過來，
在不遠處聊起了漫畫。
他們的聲音傳到了我耳朵里，
那部漫畫我也很喜歡，
以前一直在看，
原來最近要改編成動畫了呀。
聽我說，
我其實沒對任何人提過這件事，
應該說根本說不出口。
總覺得如果說出來了，
就會顯得這點事根本不值一提。
大家明明都過得更不容易，
你看，放眼世界的話，
不是還有很多人連飯都吃不上、
連睡覺的地方都沒有嗎？
和那些人比起來，
我明明已經超級幸福了。
可是啊，根本不是那麼回事。
雖然我也不知道為什麼，但就是……
好痛苦，
每一天、
每一天都好痛苦。
連起床都覺得煎熬，
可是到了晚上又失眠睡不著。
前陣子，
我實在不知道該怎麼辦了，
心裡堵得難受，
這時候隔壁的隔壁座位的那個女孩子
突然走過來，問我：
“怎麼啦？我聽你說呀。”
平時我們其實沒怎麼說過話，
但不知道為什麼，
我當時一股腦地
把所有事都倒了出來，哇哇大哭。
結果你猜怎麼著，那個女孩子
對我說“這樣啊，這樣啊”，
一邊溫柔地摸著我的後背，
一邊對我說：
“你很了不起哦，
光是活著就已經很了不起了。”
ReoNa - Being alive is already amazing
Listen, the other day,
I almost got hit by a bicycle.
The older guy got so mad and
yelled at me,
"That's dangerous!
Watch where you're walking!"
But, you know,
I just couldn't do it.
I didn't have the energy to lift my head.
I didn't even have the strength to walk,
but I had to go home.
It made me realize that
feet don't just move forward on their own.
Even crossing a single stripe on the crosswalk
took me three steps.
Lately, every day has been like this.
I only notice things like,
"Oh, there's some gum dropped here,"
and I don't even know if the sky
is sunny or cloudy.
But come to think of it—
come to think of it,
I noticed something yesterday.
The manhole cover had cherry blossoms on it.
Listen, sometimes,
there are days when I think,
maybe I'll try to do my best today.
But in the end, I still can't do it,
and I ended up crying on the train.
My face was a complete mess,
and since I couldn't let myself
make a sound in a place like that,
I tried so hard to hold it in.
But then my nose started running,
and it was just so painful, sobbing quietly.
It's only natural, but nobody helped me,
and I felt like I was completely all alone.
Once we reached my station, I forced myself off the train, but I couldn't move for a while.
I was sitting on a bench on the platform.
Then, a group of high school boys
came rushing over,
and they were talking about
a manga over there.
I couldn't help but overhear them.
I used to love that manga and read it too,
and apparently,
it's getting an anime adaptation now.
Listen, I didn't tell anyone about this.
Actually, I couldn't.
I felt like if I said it out loud,
it would seem like it's no big deal.
Everyone else has it worse,
and you know, if you look at the world,
there are people who struggle to
find food or a place to sleep.
Compared to those people,
I'm incredibly fortunate.
But, you know,
it's not about that.
I don't know why, but somehow...
It hurts so much.
Every single day is painful.
Just waking up is agonizing,
but then I can't even sleep.
The other day,
I just didn't know what to do,
and my heart felt so tight.
That's when the girl
sitting two seats away asked me,
"What's wrong? I'm here to listen."
We don't usually talk that much,
but for some reason,
I just blurted everything out and
balled my eyes out.
And then, you know what she did?
She said, "I see, I see,"
and stroked my back.
She told me, "You're doing great.
Just being alive makes you amazing."
