Plastic Tree - Aoi Tori

It's a beautiful day, like blue birds might fly.
God is smiling, and we're hidden.
If you look up through the branches, the sky looks like a puzzle.
I wonder what I could say to keep you with me?

The wind is getting stronger, it's like we could fly.

In the uncountable lights, why are we torn to pieces?
I, caught in the ivy of sadness, stay this way,
This way,
And never understand.

In this soft sunny patch, the sun begins to disappear,
Leaving the heavens a frightening black.
Hearing a weak sound, it reaches my heart.

When we'll only forget, why does your voice echo?
I, caught in the ivy of sadness, from here,
From here,
Hold out my hand.

In the falling rain as we look up, it feels like we're falling into the sky.

In the uncountable lights, why are we torn to pieces?
I, caught in the ivy of sadness, stay this way,
Always this way.

I never knew you, we were apart even when holding hands.
The sky, rolled up in the ivy of sadness, is buried in the falling light.
Buried.

It's a beautiful day, like blue birds might fly.