chou - amano tsukiko(translated)

Underground in the cellar, I continued digging a hole
Without knowing where the hole was going to
With a shovel wet with earth in one hand, I was searching for your arms
I pieced together a patchwork happiness
As I planted my seeds, I was crushed by your strength




The scars on my palms that won't come off
Burn, burn
Breaking through the gap in the clouds stained red by torn wings
See how well I fly



I wonder if the eternity that I pictured while trapped in a cocoon
Is now a flower blooming somewhere
The morning will soon bring back the dark night
Stealing away my vision
I believed
That by groping along in the moonlight, I'd find you in the place where things tangled and overlapped




The promised land to which we cannot return
Burns out, burns out
Running over the earth stained black by torn pain
See how well I fly




If I shout and yet can't be heard, I want to be destroyed at your hands
While I can still be called "me"
Your arms that held me back turned to soft dust
And I just silently looked up at the sky


The scars on my palms that won't come off
Burn, burn
Breaking through the gap in the clouds stained red by torn wings
The promised land to which we cannot return
Burns out, burns out
See how well I fly