Someday that is not now,
somewhere that is not here
Will there be a place that accepts me
Without having to hide my poor soul
Will there be someone who holds me
Above my thirsty heart, the sun burns
Do I have wings too—can I fly
The star-filled sky is unbearably beautiful
Like a fool, I just stand there, shedding tears
When will the storm inside my chest come to rest
I stand alone in this wind-blown world
(Instrumental)
Unanswered questions,
questions with no right answers
Is there anything that can fill me
A loneliness without reason,
the pain of being alive
Will there be someone who holds me
Above my thirsty heart, the sun burns
Do I have wings too—can I fly
The star-filled sky is unbearably beautiful
Like a fool, I just stand there, shedding tears
When will the storm inside my chest come to rest
I stand alone in this wind-blown world
Someday that is not now,
somewhere that is not here Will there be a place that accepts me
For some people, there are songs that bring back a specific period of life.
For others, songs that awaken a particular emotion.
And rarely, there is a song that mirrors someone’s inner world
so closely that it settles in as their personal theme.
A song the editor would want to share with everyone who feels lost.
A song that holds the heart more gently than any words of comfort ever could.
〈Shining〉 by Jaurim is such a song for the editor.
The lyrics keep asking questions.
“Is there such a place?”,
“Will there be someone there?”,
“Can I fly?”, “Is there something that can fill me?”
These questions are thrown toward an unknown future and toward life itself
—while already knowing that easy answers do not exist.
As we go on living, there are moments when even the reason for living,
the meaning of our own existence, begins to blur.
Among unresolved doubts and questions without answers,
the confusion over whether these inner voids will ever be filled slowly seeps into the heart.
When we focus on the protagonist of 〈Shining〉,
this confusion and wandering become even clearer.
Standing beneath a sky where stars are falling,
he cries without even being certain that he has wings.
The storm inside his chest does not subside easily,
and the world continues to send harsh winds his way.
The scene captures, without restraint,
the sorrow of someone who understands neither the “self” nor the “world,”
yet still cries out toward an unreachable beauty.
In a world where what we don’t know outweighs what we do,
we live carried by countless fears.
That is why the fear and confusion we feel throughout life are simply part of the natural order.
Because we do not know, we feel suffocated; because we do not know,
we flinch at every movement around us.
These are emotions we feel because we are alive
—experiences that exist only because we have not yet died.
