Uploaded March 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
ホワイトダウト
White Doubt
Original Links: youtu.be/tMydXdyYuQ8
sp.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31816887
Music: seeeeecun
Twitter twitter.com/seeeeecun
Illustration: Mitsuki Sanagi
Twitter twitter.com/sanagi_zzz
Mastering: Tame
Twitter twitter.com/TAMETORY
Translation: VioletTranslations (violettranslations.tumblr.com/)
Subs: Centi
Hi all, happy saturday! seeeeeecun always makes such catchy songs, and this one is no exception.
Our Tumblr: magenetratranslations.tumblr.com
Our Twitter: twitter.com/the_magenetra
Current WIPS, Producer Permissions List, and Translation Terms: docs.google.com/document/d/1jdtr8oVjZP6tjSIRtfu1JWiW4VHQa4tjMMCAzv0-KIw/edit?usp=sharing
Raffle Discord: discord.gg/7gRYaugxTZ
*This is not child-friendly*
We obtained permission from seeeeecun to upload this song~
*This upload was made solely for the purpose of expanding the audience of the song and this song does not belong to us, please support the original upload.
seeeeecun様からの許可を得て投稿しています。
動画についてご質問等がある場合はツイッターまでお願いします。
Lyrics:
violettranslations.tumblr.com/post/633881705259876352/white-doubt-ホワイトダウト
マイナスへ暗いホール
「拝啓、退場よ」愛ない発声
僕の変わった気持ちは
時間の無駄で
The hall darkens, into the negatives.
“Dear Sir, it’s time for you to take your leave.” A loveless utterance.
My unusual feelings
are a waste of time.
虚しく打ったセンテンス
「ねえ教えて」「1人で居させて」
注目を浴びる説明に
本心 見えない
I struck pointlessly against that sentence.
“Come on, tell me” “let me be alone”
I can’t see the way you really feel
behind that high-profile explanation.
「笑い消えても 嵐が過ぎても 知らん顔だ」
ってモットーに溺れて居たいな
“Even if people’s laughter disappears, even if a storm passes through, I pretend not to care.”
I wish I could drown in that motto.
曖昧な理想は左手 明白な自愛は右手
「エゴなんてない」さえも
ソラで覚えらんないようだ
「散々たる敗北だって キラキラした勝利」だと
正しい言葉は今 聞きたくないや
With vague ideals in my left hand and stark self-importance in my right,
though I claim “I don’t have an ego,”
it feels like I can’t fully take that to heart.
“Even in crushing defeat there is a sparkling victory” you say,
but I don’t want to hear all the right words just now.
有象無象の東京
地下街のフードコート
アレもコレも「美味しいね」
ニコニコしていた
Among the Tokyo rabble,
in the underground food court,
I’d say this and that’s all “so delicious”
with a bright grin.
なんでもないような新宿
トウループみたいな思い出
「こっち」って腕を引っ張って
そんなに焦らないで
In insignificant Shinjuku
my memories spin like toe loops.
You pull me by the hand and say “this way,”
though you don’t need to be in such a rush.
「死にたい」とか
「大丈夫？」とかも
面倒だって思ったりしたな
Words like “I want to die” and
“Are you alright?” are all
such a hassle, I thought.
胸踊る刺激も マンネリも すべて
自分勝手に捨てて こうしていたいな
Chest-thumping stimuli, mannerisms, and everything;
I wish I could just discard them all as I please and keep going on like this.
曖昧な理想を抱いて バレバレな嘘をチラ見せ
「いいや」って受け入れた矢先に
そりゃあないじゃんか
「散々たる敗北だって キラキラした勝利」だと
正しい言葉は今 聞きたくないや
Embracing my vague ideals, I grant you a peek of a blatant lie,
just as I was about accept it with a “sure.”
Well, of course I wouldn’t do it.
“Even in crushing defeat there is a sparkling victory” you say,
but I don’t want to hear all the right words just now.
「ハイ！ソッポ向くのだ！」
無理ね 同じコミュは懲り懲り
ああもう誰か話を聞いて欲しいのだ
悲劇のヒロイン話
電話をかけまくって
愚痴を聞いてもらったあの夜
「新しい人がいるみたい」
やっぱりそうか
“Yes! I’ll look the other way!”
As if I could. I’m sick and tired of the same old communities.
Ah, come on, someone, please just listen to what I have to say!
To my story about the heroine of a tragedy.
I called you over and over again,
that night when you listened to all of my grumbling.
“It seems like someone new has arrived.”
It figures that’d be the case.
曖昧な理想は左手 明白な自愛は右手
「エゴなんてない」さえも
ソラで覚えらんないようだ
「年上らしくなくてごめんね」
「頼り甲斐もなくてごめんね」
あの時こうしたらとか 意味なんてないや
With vague ideals in my left hand and stark self-importance in my right,
Though I claim “I don’t have an ego,”
it feels like I can’t fully take that to heart.
“I’m sorry for not acting like your elder”
“And I’m sorry for not being reliable”
There wasn’t any point in saying things like that back then.
曖昧な理想を抱いて
前を向こうって決めて
Embracing my vague ideals,
I decide to face forward.
だいたい吹っ切れてきて
だいたい忘れてきて
So more or less, I start to break through.
More or less, I start to forget.
手繋いでるとこ見ちゃって
And I glance at the place where our hands intertwine…
ホワイトダウト
White Doubt
Original Links: youtu.be/tMydXdyYuQ8
sp.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31816887
Music: seeeeecun
Twitter twitter.com/seeeeecun
Illustration: Mitsuki Sanagi
Twitter twitter.com/sanagi_zzz
Mastering: Tame
Twitter twitter.com/TAMETORY
Translation: VioletTranslations (violettranslations.tumblr.com/)
Subs: Centi
Hi all, happy saturday! seeeeeecun always makes such catchy songs, and this one is no exception.
Our Tumblr: magenetratranslations.tumblr.com
Our Twitter: twitter.com/the_magenetra
Current WIPS, Producer Permissions List, and Translation Terms: docs.google.com/document/d/1jdtr8oVjZP6tjSIRtfu1JWiW4VHQa4tjMMCAzv0-KIw/edit?usp=sharing
Raffle Discord: discord.gg/7gRYaugxTZ
*This is not child-friendly*
We obtained permission from seeeeecun to upload this song~
*This upload was made solely for the purpose of expanding the audience of the song and this song does not belong to us, please support the original upload.
seeeeecun様からの許可を得て投稿しています。
動画についてご質問等がある場合はツイッターまでお願いします。
Lyrics:
violettranslations.tumblr.com/post/633881705259876352/white-doubt-ホワイトダウト
マイナスへ暗いホール
「拝啓、退場よ」愛ない発声
僕の変わった気持ちは
時間の無駄で
The hall darkens, into the negatives.
“Dear Sir, it’s time for you to take your leave.” A loveless utterance.
My unusual feelings
are a waste of time.
虚しく打ったセンテンス
「ねえ教えて」「1人で居させて」
注目を浴びる説明に
本心 見えない
I struck pointlessly against that sentence.
“Come on, tell me” “let me be alone”
I can’t see the way you really feel
behind that high-profile explanation.
「笑い消えても 嵐が過ぎても 知らん顔だ」
ってモットーに溺れて居たいな
“Even if people’s laughter disappears, even if a storm passes through, I pretend not to care.”
I wish I could drown in that motto.
曖昧な理想は左手 明白な自愛は右手
「エゴなんてない」さえも
ソラで覚えらんないようだ
「散々たる敗北だって キラキラした勝利」だと
正しい言葉は今 聞きたくないや
With vague ideals in my left hand and stark self-importance in my right,
though I claim “I don’t have an ego,”
it feels like I can’t fully take that to heart.
“Even in crushing defeat there is a sparkling victory” you say,
but I don’t want to hear all the right words just now.
有象無象の東京
地下街のフードコート
アレもコレも「美味しいね」
ニコニコしていた
Among the Tokyo rabble,
in the underground food court,
I’d say this and that’s all “so delicious”
with a bright grin.
なんでもないような新宿
トウループみたいな思い出
「こっち」って腕を引っ張って
そんなに焦らないで
In insignificant Shinjuku
my memories spin like toe loops.
You pull me by the hand and say “this way,”
though you don’t need to be in such a rush.
「死にたい」とか
「大丈夫？」とかも
面倒だって思ったりしたな
Words like “I want to die” and
“Are you alright?” are all
such a hassle, I thought.
胸踊る刺激も マンネリも すべて
自分勝手に捨てて こうしていたいな
Chest-thumping stimuli, mannerisms, and everything;
I wish I could just discard them all as I please and keep going on like this.
曖昧な理想を抱いて バレバレな嘘をチラ見せ
「いいや」って受け入れた矢先に
そりゃあないじゃんか
「散々たる敗北だって キラキラした勝利」だと
正しい言葉は今 聞きたくないや
Embracing my vague ideals, I grant you a peek of a blatant lie,
just as I was about accept it with a “sure.”
Well, of course I wouldn’t do it.
“Even in crushing defeat there is a sparkling victory” you say,
but I don’t want to hear all the right words just now.
「ハイ！ソッポ向くのだ！」
無理ね 同じコミュは懲り懲り
ああもう誰か話を聞いて欲しいのだ
悲劇のヒロイン話
電話をかけまくって
愚痴を聞いてもらったあの夜
「新しい人がいるみたい」
やっぱりそうか
“Yes! I’ll look the other way!”
As if I could. I’m sick and tired of the same old communities.
Ah, come on, someone, please just listen to what I have to say!
To my story about the heroine of a tragedy.
I called you over and over again,
that night when you listened to all of my grumbling.
“It seems like someone new has arrived.”
It figures that’d be the case.
曖昧な理想は左手 明白な自愛は右手
「エゴなんてない」さえも
ソラで覚えらんないようだ
「年上らしくなくてごめんね」
「頼り甲斐もなくてごめんね」
あの時こうしたらとか 意味なんてないや
With vague ideals in my left hand and stark self-importance in my right,
Though I claim “I don’t have an ego,”
it feels like I can’t fully take that to heart.
“I’m sorry for not acting like your elder”
“And I’m sorry for not being reliable”
There wasn’t any point in saying things like that back then.
曖昧な理想を抱いて
前を向こうって決めて
Embracing my vague ideals,
I decide to face forward.
だいたい吹っ切れてきて
だいたい忘れてきて
So more or less, I start to break through.
More or less, I start to forget.
手繋いでるとこ見ちゃって
And I glance at the place where our hands intertwine…
