[Bluebird]

日の当たらぬ廃墟
無機質な廊下

突き当たりの部屋に
忘らるる子供達

i remember when we would play in that gilded glass cage
even though the forest wasn't real
the days we spent there were

but when did i stop remembering?
why can't i remember the last time you stood by my side?

every time we tried to play kakurenbo, you refused
whenever i asked why, you said you didn't like not knowing where i was

i saw you practicing your swordsmanship
with awe, i had told you:
'your strength is admirable, i wish to be like you.'

i remember the look you had on your face.
i couldn't tell if it was fear or rage.

you told me,
'the sword isn't fit for you.'

i remember our time in that gilded cage,
how awful it was -- your plan hatched for us to escape,
to take us away.

we were there...
...


深き森の＜孤児院施設＞
禁じられた技術
幼き脳髄で
出来る不死の妙薬