Twelve: Beyond today
                                            Is it an end, a dream or an illusion?
                                            Now, tonight, what I would have you tell me is
                                            A tale of dying in battle
                                            
                                             
                                            I dreamed a shallow dream.
                                            While dozing.
                                            Human fate is so lacking in daring.
                                            
                                             
                                            Seven flowers on my blade.
                                            What cannot be reconciled is unforgivable.
                                            This world is but a passing illusion.
                                            As it flows along.
                                            
                                             
                                            Twelve: Not drunk.
                                            Is what you see a dream or an illusion?
                                            Now, everyone claps their hands.
                                            Ah, so beautiful, avenging cherry blossoms.
                                            Who knows if they scatter at dawn.
                                            
                                             
                                            Whether one wins or loses, it is a matter of fate.
                                            Brace yourself.
                                            Now, push ahead.
                                            
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                                            People drift; where do they go?
                                            Tears flow; where do they go?
                                            Even if I think you are sad.
                                            O life, today has become its last.
                                            
                                             
                                            Ignorance is bliss-the heart's longing.
                                            If it cannot come true, ah, then.
                                            This world is but a passing illusion.
                                            As it flows along.
                                            
                                             
                                            Twelve: Beyond today
                                            Is what you see a demon or a child of man?
                                            Now, the skilled and the unskilled alike, clap your hands.
                                            Ah, what a delight, a banquet of blossoms.
                                            It even captures the moon on the lake's surface.
                                            
                                             
                                            I dreamed a shallow dream.
                                            While dozing.
                                            The fate of man is so lacking in daring.