The golden moon causes millions of dewdrops to ascend
Your battered dreams which come to this prison of night bloom
Flickering, in this time; come, tens of thousands of dawns
The fleets of ships which travel in parallel launch on all your days
Like the clouds which move, and are born at random
Your voice, which knows a thousand years echoes in the moon
The blooming samsara oh
The blooming lotus oh
Echo, for a thousand years oh
Echo, in every second oh
The distant past, and the distant today will still be here even tomorrow
Golden days will exist all at once, if the forgotten you awakens
The stars which travel in parallel are now reflected like metaphors
The flowers in the field which bloom at random are all remembering you
The blooming samsara oh
The blooming lotus oh
Echo, for a thousand years oh
Echo, in every second oh
The blooming samsara oh
The blooming lotus oh
Echo, for a thousand years oh
Echo, in every second oh