For me to hold on
Tightly to this person
We will have to
Sacrifice our lives
You grasp this hand
I hear that peace and the name of the
Sword is being lifted above your head
Will you fight?
Before me, someone is giving birth
Is this now where the
Spirits of the dead sleep?
The white pigeon
Swoops down again and again
Between the treetops
And is alarmed in the middle of the day
The path is perplexing
The earth has groped along
I can hear
The brother-like voice
Ah, you... I must be in an alternate life
My head is drooping
As I am continuing to pray
The old statue of a person
Is swaying in the heat
You are holding onto
The bundle of your last sorrow
But who's eyes can notice?
Just the rain of crickets chirping
Seem to rain incessantly on that day
The cute sky has
A touch of blue
My wandering heart
Has been called back to the ground
I can hear
The sister-like song
Ah, you... I must not already have died
The white pigeon
Goes to take off
As I am facing the previous
Wings of light
Am I forgetting and lamenting
On this river of tears?
People are ferries
To this unfinished stream
Existing is fleeting
The precious life is
Going around the middle of that time
We understand
The path is perplexing
The earth has groped along
I can hear
The distant brother-like voice
Ah, you... It's for me to become strong
Tightly to this person
We will have to
Sacrifice our lives
You grasp this hand
I hear that peace and the name of the
Sword is being lifted above your head
Will you fight?
Before me, someone is giving birth
Is this now where the
Spirits of the dead sleep?
The white pigeon
Swoops down again and again
Between the treetops
And is alarmed in the middle of the day
The path is perplexing
The earth has groped along
I can hear
The brother-like voice
Ah, you... I must be in an alternate life
My head is drooping
As I am continuing to pray
The old statue of a person
Is swaying in the heat
You are holding onto
The bundle of your last sorrow
But who's eyes can notice?
Just the rain of crickets chirping
Seem to rain incessantly on that day
The cute sky has
A touch of blue
My wandering heart
Has been called back to the ground
I can hear
The sister-like song
Ah, you... I must not already have died
The white pigeon
Goes to take off
As I am facing the previous
Wings of light
Am I forgetting and lamenting
On this river of tears?
People are ferries
To this unfinished stream
Existing is fleeting
The precious life is
Going around the middle of that time
We understand
The path is perplexing
The earth has groped along
I can hear
The distant brother-like voice
Ah, you... It's for me to become strong