Sangenshoku

Why does the sky look blue?
Does memory burn the records?

Blue days are like burning discoveries
Born with a yellow voice
The silence of memory, blue and yellow mixed
Green with flowers, flowers with water, and me with dreams

Adding to zero, betting on now
Drawing lines of flowing red blood patterns
Patterns of blooming flowers that split open
Holding a formal brush to connect
Reclaiming life
Now to the invisible rules
Let's go, let's go, let's go find

Clouds like threads move in the blue sky
Thoughts born with a yellow voice
Quietly entwining threads and ideas
Meaning to the miserable days
Red blood for me

Fulfilling now, painful now
Like shed tears
Drawing lines of changing dreams that bloomed
Holding a formal brush to connect
Reclaiming life
Now to the invisible rules
Let's go, let's go, let's go find

The view visible from creation
The moment when I held creation
Far beyond what was created
Reached with this creation

Please, a pure beginning turning into impulse
Vibrant vitality in primary colors
Please, a pure brilliance turning into surprise
Expanding vitality in primary colors

The blank era, discarding the past, realizing and raising
Still black, never piling up, where to next?

Ah, if there were colors in our tomorrow
Let's paint in visible colors