Shiri to Kuro (white and black) by Sakurai Takahiro I own nothing!! -Japanese- Isso sora ga nuke ochireba ii Doshaburi ga toori sugite daichi ga katamaru hiraku Issou afuredasu kumo kurayami Chuutohanpa na amasa o nuritsubushite ike Muku na iro no tori yo Massugu ni tsubasa habataite Umaku tobi satte kure Kowase sukue warae tsuraku te mo Ugokidase kono mune no naka no hi yo Susumu Tomaru Modoru Shiro to kuro Nigeru nara suna o kande oboreru dake Zutto tsukinukete shimaeba ii Boroboro no kazaana kara hahen ga tobichiru hikari Gutto ki o ushinatte yuku hodo Ware o wasureta shunkan tsukamitoru kiseki Kata ni oriru tori yo Sukoshi dake tsubasa yogoreteru Nazeka sore ga itoshii Nan no tame ni erabu Shiro to kuro Ai da to wa atsuku hokorenai mada Itami ikari itsuwari ubae mou Zetsubou no hako o daremo akenai you Kowase sukue warae tsurakutemo Ugokidase kono mune no naka no hi yo Susumu Tomaru Modoru Shiro to kuro Nigeru nara suna o kande oboreru Nani no tame ni erabu Shiro to kuro Ai da to wa atsuku hokorenai mada Itami ikari itsuwari ubae mou Zetsubou no hako o daremo akenai youn -English- I should be dressed to take flight But the Earth was not open enough for me to fly Darkening clouds, they spill more rain Filling you up with the sweet smell of it The innocent bird, it is pure white Even to the tips of its wings It flies away from me. Even saved people should laugh harder The fire burning within them Forward? Stop? Go back? Black and White Flee, as if those colours take you away If I do happen to fly away Holes in my tattered coat from the shards of light We're going to lose much more than we thought we knew I forgot, a miracle must grasp the moment Bird sitting on my shoulder Its wings never dirtying, only my hands, Why does it seem so sweet? What to choose? Black or white? Good or bad? Love is still bothering me so My false anger a pain in my head I feel as hopeless as everyone else, Trapped inside this box Even saved people should laugh harder The fire burning within them Forward? Stop? Go back? Black and White Flee, as if those colours take you away What to choose? Black or white? Good or bad? Love is still bothering me so My false anger a pain in my head I feel as hopeless as everyone else, Trapped inside this box

• published: 18 Jan 2011
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