Amano Tsukiko

I continued to dig a hole, going underground
Not knowing where the hole would continue on to
With a scoop that was wet from the soil in one hand
I was searching for your arms

As I gathered up my patchy happiness and sewed it
I was crushed by your strength

Burning, burning, the scar on the palm of my hand that won't scab over
Tearing through the gaps between the scarlet colored clouds with my torn wings
Finding a me that can fly well

Where will the eternity that I drew confined in my cocoon
Bud and open its flower?
The morning will soon bring back the dark night
Catching my eye

Moonlight, I believed that groping around
Our arms would get tangled, and I would learn where you are

Burning out, burning out, you won't be returning to the place we promised to meet
Running across the blackened earth with a tearing pain
Finding a me that can fly well

If you can't hear me scream, then I want you to destroy me with your own hands
While I can still call myself "me"
Your arm that restrains me turns into a silent dust
I just quietly looked up to the sky

Burning, burning, the scar on the palm of my hand that won't scab over
Tearing through the gaps between the scarlet colored clouds with my torn wings

Burning out, burning out, you won't be returning to the place we promised to meet
Finding a me that can fly well