Hana No Kusari
Saint Seya Lost Canvas
Chain of Flowers
The lost colors
Memories of distant days
An old box of paints
Softly opening
Childhood friends
Always used to say
Things that never change
That smile
We painted dreams together
On the canvas of our hearts
That color never fades
The warmth
Of the day our hands
Were intertwined
Why do people
Always carry both
Love and hatred
Within them?
Twisting together
Joy and sorrow
The eternal bond of youth
Chain of flowers
The songs of the past
Memories of distant days
Gather the scattered leaves
Far and wide
We spent
Dazzling times
Together always
You used to say
We harmonized sounds together
The musical staff in our hearts
Will never disappear
The harmony
Of two voices
Resonating in our hearts
Why did the gods
Give humans
The fate of meeting
And parting ways?
These overflowing tears
Become rivers, the coffin of flowers
Flowing along
The eternal melody
Why do people
Always carry both
Love and hatred
Within them?
Twisting together
Joy and sorrow
The eternal bond of youth
Chain of flowers
Even the gods
Cannot sever
The chain of flowers
Binding souls
