こんこんと胸が跳ねて

尻尾みたいに鼓動が揺れる

ここは葛葉商店街

提灯の影がひらり

足もとだけが不思議にあたたかい

古い看板の上　光る尾がすべり

路地裏には見知らぬ影がひとつ増えていた

気づけば今日も空気がざわめき

恋なのか怪異なのか　どちらも笑ってる

胸の奥が前のめりに揺れる

まっすぐな気配が

心の奥をくすぐって

止めようとしても

足取りが加速していく

尻尾の暴走が恋心を追い抜いて

狐火みたいに心に灯る

風を切るたび甘い予兆がきらめいて

並んだ店先までも

ひそかに誘うみたいで

狐も恋もぜんぶ抱えて

今日も駆けていく

カフェの机に置かれた謎の油揚げ

サービスのつもりなのかな？

理由のないぬくもりが指先に宿る

すれ違うたびに夜の気配がにじんで

化かされても平気になっていく自分に気づく

世界の境目がふわりと揺れて

日常のほうが曖昧に見える

それでも離れたくないと思ってしまう

胸に染み込む光が

迷いをひとつずつ消していく

あのしなやかな尻尾

追わずにはいられない

跳ねた心が加速して

見えない距離まで走り出す

葉っぱの影がふっと揺れるたび

今日の秘密がまたひとつ増えていく

尻尾ひらひら

恋はまだ途中のまま

触れられないはずの気配が

夜の底をそっと照らし

胸の中心だけ

やさしい熱で満たされていく

幻みたいな世界でも

足跡だけは本物で

指先を導いていく

狐火のきらめきが

この街並みを塗り替えていく

疾走する想いのリズムが

白い尻尾の光を追い越していく

恋も化かしも全部まとめて

明日へ連れていく

こんこんと胸が鳴るままに

恋も化かしも全部まとめて

尻尾ひらひら

恋はまだ途中のまま

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🦊Liner Notes (English Version)

There is an anime called Abenobashi Mahō★Shōtengai—

a playful mix of comedy, fantasy, and a touch of romance, all loosely inspired by Osaka’s Abeno district and its connection to Abe no Seimei.

It’s quirky, chaotic, and wonderfully hard to categorize.

Whenever I think about that show, another figure inevitably comes to mind:

Kuzunoha the Fox, the legendary mother of Seimei.

And with her, the quiet presence of the Shinoda Forest and its Kuzunoha Inari Shrine,

which has long been associated with her story.

Of course, writing a song directly about real shrines or locations felt a bit too close to home.

So instead, I imagined a fictional shopping street where fox spirits quietly blend into everyday life—

a place I call Kuzuha Kitsune Shōtengai.

Into this slightly mysterious, slightly warmhearted town,

a young newcomer arrives and gradually finds herself involved with its fox residents.

The result is a gentle, heartwarming comedy wrapped in a faint shimmer of folklore.

I wrote this song while picturing an old-fashioned shopping street at dusk—

paper lanterns glowing, a light breeze,

and fox tails flicking just out of sight.

A place where humans and foxes share the same rhythm without making a fuss about it.

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🦊English Lyrics — “Kuzuha Kitsune Shōtengai Rhapsody”

Kon-kon, my heartbeat jumps,

fluttering like a little tail inside my chest.

Here in Kuzuha’s shopping street,

paper lantern shadows flutter down,

and somehow the warmth gathers right around my feet.

On an old wooden sign, a shining tail slips past,

and down the back alley

a brand-new shadow quietly appears.

Before I know it, the air begins to stir again—

is this love or something strange?

Either way, both are smiling at me,

and my heart leans forward on its own.

A straight, pure presence

tickles deep inside my chest,

and even when I try to hold myself back,

my steps keep speeding up.

A runaway tail outraces my trembling heart,

lighting me up inside

like a tiny spark of foxfire.

Every breeze that cuts across my cheek

brings a sweet new sign of something bright,

even the storefronts lined along the street

seem to beckon me onward.

With foxes and love all tangled together,

I’m running again today.

(instrumental)

On the café table—someone left fried tofu.

Maybe they meant it as today’s service?

A warmth without a reason

settles softly at my fingertips.

Each time we pass,

night’s faint aura seeps a little deeper,

and I notice I’m no longer bothered

by being tricked a little.

The border of the world wavers lightly,

and everyday life grows hazy at the edges—

yet somehow I don’t want to leave this place at all.

The light soaking through my chest

washes each doubt away.

That graceful swaying tail—

I just can’t help chasing it.

My skipping heartbeat bursts ahead,

running into distances I can’t yet see.

Every time a leaf’s small shadow trembles,

today’s secrets quietly multiply.

A tail sways lightly—

and love is still halfway through.

A presence I shouldn’t be able to touch

softly lights the deepest part of the night,

and only the center of my chest

fills with gentle heat.

Even in a world that feels like an illusion,

the footprints left behind are real,

guiding my fingertips forward.

The shimmer of foxfire

repaints the streets of this little town,

and the rhythm of my racing feelings

leaps past the glow of a white fox tail.

With love and trickery bundled together,

I’ll carry them into tomorrow—

as long as my kon-kon heartbeat leads the way.

With love and trickery bundled together,

a swaying fox tail in the air—

and love is still halfway through.