Scrap wood and a peaceful day
I was roaming around the outskirts of town
And I found you
I told you that endless blue
Lies beyond the cloudy sky
As if it was a fairy tale
I took your hand and we walked around the city ruins
“What do you want to see next?”
The blue sky is still unknown to you
I lead you on. Where shall we go?
Pass on by, o beloved song
So you may reach the place you must go
So we may offer flowers to this world
Shall we dance with the dead for a moment during the witching hour?
This is all done for the day when we will part, which must come eventually
The еnd and the evening sun
You had grown so big
You said you wantеd to see the endless blue
That lies beyond the cloudy sky
And you walked off
“Head east from the city ruins
And head even further to the back of the plains
Ride the howling winter lightning
And aim for the dark, tall clouds.”
Pass on by, o beloved song
So you may reach the place you must go
So you may raise a flag in this world
Go with the dead during the witching hour!
I will love this parting
Which must come eventually
The fact that you’re not here in this world
Is proof that I loved you
Pass on by, o overflowing singing
And wash away the days I let pass
The proof that I loved you
And the signs that I didn’t love you enough
Were waiting for the day of atonement, which must come eventually
“It’ll be my turn soon.”
Pass on by!
Let’s pass on by down these beloved streets
So we may call upon where we must go
Let’s go to see the edge of this world
With 11 parting gifts in hand, let’s go on a journey once more
I will head towards the isolated blue
Which must arrive eventually