The sky begins to blur,
Illuminating the flow of clouds;
I imagined it was screaming,
As I listened to the voice of the wind.
We feel a trace of fever in our cheeks
As tears run down.
We already knew the kinds of scars,
We tend to accept before we even know it.
One day I gazed,
At my clenched fist,
Progressing toward overlapped days.
Deep inside of,
A single breath of mine,
Was boiling up – hold me back!
Where is the blue that we got to fly?
As we accepted a tomorrow in which we could shine,
We shared our individual skies.
Where is the light that we want to dive?
Even if the hands we joined are to come undone,
Seeking the futures we’d lost:
That’s the place where we’re firmly tied…
Frustrated at my wishes not coming true,
I kicked the ground,
As the image of someone covering their eyes,
Disappeared into the wind.
Someday you will,
Drop your fist down –
Leaning toward the memories you inherited.
Inside and out,
But I don’t know why…
You’re about to throw it all away, but I hold you back!
Where is the blue that we got to fly?
Heading for the tomorrow we’d believed in,
The days we’d grown used to passed away,
Amidst the confusion.
Where is the light that we want to dive?
We were fooling about, taking the long way around,
As we chased that future:
That’s the place where we’re truly known…
Go, make our way – hold it tightly!
Go, gaze our sight – I’m sure it will be heard far off!
I just grab the ache and go to the other side;
Nothing has worked to cool your anger down.
Though I saw the star on your back,
All I wanted was the horns!
Where is the blue that we got to fly?
That tomorrow in which we can shine,
Can surely even be opened,
By the strength of our will.
Where is the light that we want to dive?
Reeling in the futures that’d gotten away,
This moment we’ve acquired,
Is the place where we really shine…