小さな手が伝える大きな宝〜手話で歌う感動の『手話の宝』〜

小さな手が伝える大きな宝〜手話で歌う感動の『手話の宝』〜

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#感動の手話#SignLanguage

手話の宝

何かが届かないと思う世界で
それでも必死に会話する
この手のひらは大船
世界を手のひらにのせ
誰にも出来ない事をする

当たり前の様な言葉に
海の中を彷徨い
不安になる
愛を語るにも　
伝えたい言葉にも
取り残される不安を感じた
だけど違ったんだよ

音のない世界に広がる
音のない世界で繋がる
温かい微笑み
小さな事じゃない
誰よりも温もりを感じ
この時の中で
何よりも大切な心を知る


街中の静けさの中で
届かない音に傷つき
震えるほど悲しい事もあった
未来さえ見えず
強がり　自分を隠し

当たり前のような日常は
胸に突き刺さり
心の窓を閉じ
辺りは暗くなる
言葉とは何だろう
通い合うには言葉は必要か
答えは見えるすぐそばに

音のないぼくらに見える
音のない音なき音は
手のひらに溢れ
愛を伝える
人にとって大切な永遠
聞こえない音に
聞こえてくる愛は晴れやかに

この手に海を乗せ
この手に地球をのせ
誰にも伝えられない
見える愛を伝えられる

音のない世界に広がる
音のない世界で繋がる
温かいほほえみ
小さな事じゃない
誰よりも温もりを感じ
この時の中で
なによりも大切な心をさとる

心は響く　空高く
騒音,の中では
聞こえない音は
笑顔となり
人の心を温める
宝物なんだよ


Treasure of Sign Language

In a world where something feels out of reach,
we still struggle desperately to communicate.
These open palms are like a great ship,
carrying the world upon our hands,
doing what no one else can do.

Among words that seem so ordinary,
we drift like wandering in the sea,
and anxiety rises.
Even when speaking of love,
even when holding words we long to share,
we feel the fear of being left behind.
But that wasn’t the truth.

In a silent world that opens wide,
in a silent world where we connect,
warm smiles bloom.
This is not something small.
More than anyone else, we feel its warmth,
and within this moment,
we come to know the heart that matters most.

In the stillness of the city,
we were hurt by sounds that never reached us,
there were times so sad we trembled.
Unable to see the future,
we pretended to be strong, hiding ourselves.

Everyday life, so taken for granted,
pierced straight into the chest,
closing the window of the heart,
until the world grew dark.
What are words, really?
Are words truly necessary to connect?
The answer is right here, so close.

In the soundless world we see,
the soundless sounds, without sound,
overflow in our hands,
carrying love.
An eternal truth precious to all people.
Though unheard by the ears,
the love we receive shines clearly.

We place the ocean upon these hands,
we place the Earth upon these hands.
Though there are things we cannot speak,
we can share a love that can be seen.

In a silent world that opens wide,
in a silent world where we connect,
warm smiles remain.
This is not something small.
More than anyone else, we feel its warmth,
and within this time,
we realize the heart that matters most.

The heart resounds, rising high into the sky.
Within the noise,
the sounds that cannot be heard
become smiles,
warming the hearts of others.
It is a treasure.