"Please let the dawn be waiting in the underworld,"
"Please let the dawn be waiting in the underworld,"
The blossoms beseech the gods. "Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering," "Our dreams shall never die" and they fall from the branch in anger.
And they fall from the branch in anger.
In the sad perpetual darkness of a hundred nights, They pray to the gods of the land for the egg of the next world to be born.
"Please let the dawn be waiting in the underworld,"
"Please let the dawn be waiting in the underworld,"
The blossoms beseech the gods. "Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering," "Our dreams shall never die" and they fall from the branch in anger.
And they fall from the branch in anger.
In the sad perpetual darkness of a hundred nights, They pray to the gods of the land for the egg of the next world to be born.