Lost Canvas

Hana no Kusari

Nakushita iro wa tooi hi no kioku
Furui e no gu no hako sotto agereba
Osanai tomo ga  Itumo ita yo ne  Kawaru koto nai  Ano egao
Futari de yume wo egaita  Kokoro no kyanbasu  mada  Iro  Asenai
Kimi no te to boku no te wo kasaneta hi no nukumori
Hito wa naze  Itoshi sa to nikushimi wo awasemotte itumo  Ikiru no darou
Yorokobi to kanashimi wo  Karamasetumuida seishun no towa no kizuna  Hana no kusari yo

Sugisatta uta wa tooi hi no kioku
Chirabatta kotonoha biroiatume memokuramu youna toki wo sugoshita
Soba ni itumo  Kimi ga ita ne
Futari de oto wo kasaneta  Mune no gosenfu wa towa ni kienai
Futatu no koe ga hibikiau kokoro no ha-moni-
Kami wa naze  Meguriai wakareyuku sadame wo hito ni ataeta no darou
Afurederu no kono namida  Kawa to nari hana no hitugi nose nagarete iku
Towa no merodi-

Hito wa naze  Itoshi sa to nikushimi wo awase  Motte itumo  Ikiru no darou
Yokorobi to kanashimi wo  Karamasetumuida seishun no towa no kizuna  Hana no kusari yo
Kami saemo kirenai tamashii no hana no kusari

The Flower Chain

The lost color is memories of far away days.
When the old paint box is gently opened,
The childhood friend is  always there!  Haven't changed,  That smile.
The canvas of the heart  Where both our dreams are drawn  Has yet to lost its  Color,
Warmth created by your hand put on mine.
Why do people  Always live with love and hate at   The same time?
The bonds of eternal youth  Spun by joy and sadness,  The Flower Chain!

The song of the past is  Memory of far away days.
Had days of gathering dispersed words  With disoriented eyes,
You were always there!
The score of the chest(heart)  With sounds created by the both of us will never disappear.
Both of our voices sound out together the harmony of the heart.
Why does God give people the fate of encountering and separating with each other?
These overflowing tears  Become a river and coffins of flowers will flow on it,
The melody of forever.

Why do people  Always live with love and hate at   The same time?
The bonds of eternal youth  Spun by joy and sadness,  The Flower Chain!
The flower chain of the soul that even God can't cut through.