As a price for protecting, it broke off its flight feathers
bird in a cage
The moon waxes and wanes, dropping the time
The starlight lines the silhouette of the feather
I wonder since when I've started touching it through the cage like this
Every time it sung with its pure voice
It changed the cage into a stronger castle
The poison dripping from the flower
Satiates the thirst of the root
The splash of instinct seeps out from the cage
So, even if you're not an angel
bird in the hand,
I want to keep you warm
So for now, sleep in the cradle
The rain that runs along my skin
Washes out the mud stuck in the corner
The colour that proves my living flows correctly
Kicking the sludge at the feet
Let's get out of this little frame
The flower I gave the wind disappeared
And it will probably bud somewhere far away
If I opened this cage
You'd probably go there too
Opening the locked doors of the same number as solitude
I want to rest my wings upon your shoulder
So, even if you come to know that I can fly freely
The bird in your hand
Will keep singing by your side
So touch me, and teach me
The warmth of those hands.