I cannot know whether your heart will remain unchanged forever. This morning my thoughts are as tangled as my black hair, and I am lost in brooding.
The very end of the Heian period. The poet, Taikenmon-in no Horikawa, was a lady-in-waiting and poet who served Taikenmon-in Shōshi (Tamako), consort of Emperor Toba, and is counted among the Thirty-Six Female Poetic Immortals. She lived in the same era as Saigyō and Retired Emperor Sutoku.
The anxiety that surges in precisely right after being loved. The urge to cry in the very middle of happiness, sealed into thirty-one syllables.
We read "tangled, this morning I am lost in thought" on the morning after a night together as the contradiction of wanting to cry while standing in the middle of happiness. "Trusting and doubting are made of the same pain"—without denying the anxiety in the original, this song's answer is to say "and still I choose you," calling it love, anxiety and all. In the Bridge we overlaid "combing" the hair with "untangling" the anxiety, and reflected the double structure of a quiet morning and a tangled heart in the sound as well: bossa nova crossed with a high-speed beat.
長からむ（千載和歌集・百人一首80番）Garu JP
カーテンの隙間 朝がこぼれて
乱れた髪に 指をとおす
となりで眠る あなたの寝息
起こさないように 見つめてる
幸せの真ん中に いるはずなのに
どうして 泣きたくなるんだろう
長からむ 心も知らず
あなたの「ずっと」は いつまでだろう
黒髪が 乱れるように
心が 朝に ほどけてゆく
このまま 時が止まればいい
ゆうべの言葉を ひとつずつ
たしかめるように 思い出す
「愛してる」って 言ったくちびるは
夢のなかでは 誰のもの
信じることと 疑うことは
おなじ痛みで できている
長からむ 心も知らず
朝日が髪を 撫でてゆく
疑う私を 抱きしめて
何も言わずに もう一度
このまま 時が止まればいい
永遠を 誓えないなら
今だけを ください
乱れた髪も 乱れた心も
あなたの指で とかして
長からむ 心も知らず 黒髪の
乱れて今朝は 物をこそ思へ
長からむ 心も知らず
それでも あなたを選ぶから
黒髪が 乱れるたびに
何度でも 恋に落ちるわ
不安ごと 愛と呼べばいい
乱れて 今朝は……
あなたの夢の つづきのなかで
Nagakaramu (Senzai Wakashu / Hyakunin Isshu No.80) Garu JP
Morning spills through the gap in the curtains
I run my fingers through my tangled hair
Beside me, the soft sound of your breathing
I watch you quietly, careful not to wake you
I should be right in the middle of happiness
So why do I feel like crying?
"Will your heart stay long?" — I cannot know
How long is the "always" you spoke of?
Like my black hair falling into tangles
My heart unravels into the morning
I wish time would stop right here
One by one, I retrace
The words you whispered last night
The lips that said "I love you" —
In your dreams, whose are they now?
Believing and doubting
Are made of the very same pain
"Will your heart stay long?" — I cannot know
The morning sun strokes my hair
Hold me, the doubting me
Without a word, once more
I wish time would stop right here
If you cannot promise forever
Then just give me now
My tangled hair, my tangled heart —
Untangle them with your fingers
Will his heart stay long? I cannot know — like my black hair
Tangled, this morning I sink into thought
"Will your heart stay long?" — I cannot know
And still, I choose you
Every time my black hair tangles
I will fall in love with you again
I'll call it love, doubt and all
Tangled, this morning...
Inside the continuation of your dream