The night bird calls out in sadness.
When I turn to look, the flowers had all fallen away.
It was as if all comfort had vanished from the world.
As the gods leave to gather in the new world,
Day breaks, and the night bird calls out.
The blossoms beseech the gods.
"Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering,"
"Our dreams shall never die..."
"Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering,"
"Our dreams shall never die," and they fall from the branch in anger.