Lyric｜English translation is below.
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壊れかけたネジがひとつ
転がっているのは誰のだろう
拾いあげても思い出せない
きっと僕のか君のだろう

真鍮の歯車がギシリ鳴る
胸のあたりが軋んでる
人の形のぜんまい時計
動き出せずに今日も立ち尽くす

医者は淡々と言い放った
「あなたはネジが足りません」
探しにいった街角で
錆びた男に出会ったよ

彼は僕に微笑みかけて
「ネジを失くして、もう百年さ」
慰めるほど僕は強くない
ただ一緒に笑ってみただけ

誰もがネジを失くして歩く
悲しみだって笑い飛ばす
そんな世界も悪くないと
強がるたびにネジが落ちる

嗚呼ネジ式エレジー
巻いておくれよ、愛じゃなくても
ぎゅっと回せば痛みも止まる
ゼンマイ仕掛けの
エレジー奏でて
僕の心臓はまだ動くから

駅のホームでネジを探して
線路を覗く少女がいた
「飛び込む勇気は持ち合わせず
ただ落としたネジ探してるだけ」

帰れよ帰れと駅員が言う
「落とし物なら諦めなさい」
それでも少女は諦めきれず
電車が過ぎてもホームに立つだけ

泣いても笑っても変わらない
僕らはネジで動いている
誰かのために動けるのなら
もう一度だけ回してみたい

ネジ式エレジー
壊れてしまえば楽だろうけど
錆びてしまえば動けぬから
きつく締め直せ
痛みの向こうに
まだ僕を待つ人がいるなら

いつか世界のネジが尽きても
動かなくなった僕らは
壊れたままで美しいのか
錆びたままでも愛せるのか

嗚呼ネジ式エレジー
巻いておくれよ、嘘でもいいさ
ゼンマイ仕掛けの恋でもいいさ
ぎゅっと回せば
また動けるなら
僕は何度でも君を探すよ

嗚呼ネジ式エレジー
生きる意味など無くてもいいさ
落としたネジはもう探さない
ゼンマイ止まれば
それもまたよし
誰もがやがて錆びる日まで

転がっているネジがひとつ
それは僕のか君のだろう
拾わないまま歩き出せば
誰かがきっと拾うだろう
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Lyric｜

A single broken screw lies on the ground—
Whose could it be, I wonder?
I pick it up, but the memory won’t come back.
It’s probably yours, or maybe mine.

The brass gears grind with a groan,
A tight ache rises in my chest.
This wind-up clock shaped like a person
Stands still again today, unable to move.

The doctor said it plainly and coldly:
"You’re missing a screw."
So I went out searching on a street corner
And met a rusted man.

He smiled gently and said,
"It’s been a hundred years since I lost mine."
I’m not strong enough to offer comfort—
I just smiled along with him.

Everyone walks on, missing a screw or two,
Laughing off their pain as if it’s nothing.
If this is the world we live in, maybe it’s not so bad—
But each time I fake that strength, another screw falls loose.

Ah, this wind-up elegy...
Wind me up, even if it’s not with love.
Tighten me hard enough to stop the pain—
A music box elegy,
Because my heart still ticks.

On a train platform, I saw a girl
Peering down at the tracks for a screw.
"I’m not brave enough to jump," she said,
"Just looking for what I dropped."

"Go home," the station staff insisted.
"If you lost something, give it up."
But she couldn’t let go—
Even after the train passed, she stood there still.

Crying or laughing, it makes no difference—
We are all driven by our screws.
If I could move again for someone else,
I’d wind myself up one more time.

Wind-up elegy...
It might be easier to break, to give in,
But once you rust, you can't move anymore.
So tighten the screw—
If beyond the pain,
There’s still someone waiting for me.

Even if the world runs out of screws someday,
And we no longer move,
Will we still be beautiful in our brokenness?
Can we still be loved, even rusted?

Ah, this wind-up elegy...
Wind me up, even with lies—
Even a clockwork love would be enough.
If a firm twist
Could make me move again,
I’d search for you, again and again.

Ah, this wind-up elegy...
It’s okay if life has no grand meaning.
I won’t search for the screw I lost anymore.
If the spring winds down,
So be it.
Until the day we all finally rust.

A single screw lies on the ground—
Maybe it’s yours, maybe mine.
But if we walk away without picking it up,
Surely, someone else will.
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©T-Anna