Mistletoe, from ancient times
The birds of the Gods, which were born from human wishes
In paradise where they live
Gods and human used to build a beautiful coexistence
As time goes by, not all of human wishes are beautiful
They began to wish something not beautiful
At one time, behind their own happiness, someone had wished for unfortunate people to exist
And then, a bird was born
The bird of sorrow that keeps singing solitary moonless night behind another bird that lets people know a happy morning to come
Lyrics:
From far above the sky
Finding out the voices of prayer
With the sound of breeze
The blue bird brings happiness
Release the flame of destruction which redder than the burning sunset
It leads them to the wheel of rebirth
The vermilion bird rules the reincarnation
The memory that had been engraved on our souls
The battle wages on like it was meant to be
I reached out my hand
But it was shaken off
The words I said weren’t reached
These wings were torn off
And we fall down
As the birds sing
It echoes and two souls are attracted to each other
The color seeps out quietly
After an encounter
Vermilion and blue who hate each other didn’t come together in the end
Those two hearts which they have touched start to sing
If we are meant to fight over
Let our hearts come undone and let it rain
Rain as tears that will keep falling on and on
Until the day the mistletoe that we’ve dreamt of finally buds...…