The color of the wings is scorched out
Wandering ashes lost the place where it dissolves
But even the smoke leaves a mark
They cannot disappear without a trace
[Burn me away]
Wings once tear the wind
Now they’re soot, crumbling down
Still, I still want to fly
A faint spark of fire, at the bottom of my hazy memory
If it still cries out
The gray even freezes, the bottom of the frozen ground
The spark that spread the wings of a baby phoenix
It has the vermilion light with sharp heat
No one can blow away its wings
The ashed wings that beat the heart
Now ignite it on the twin-winged body
Ashes are full of dreams of awakening, to be resurrected
[Burn me away]
The rain penetrates into the bones
It washes off the hue
Still, I still want to fly
A grain of heat in the bottom of my turbid soul
Though I’ve already forgotten the blue and the red
If it still remains
Echoes of the dim black that completely lacks life
The white that awakens, colored by fire, is-
Messiah of snow, charcoal and tin
If the wings go beyond
No one will forget its color
The ashed wings that beat the heart