only the dusty old photographs,
days pass
they lit the fire
with the pinwheel play with the child, the tears

rocking back and forth in the basket the baby laughs.

aa, goodbye
aa, the night wears on

the divine wind loses its divinity
and disappears into the dark
the light of the fireflies which spring
up on the night of our reunion

I see the image of you in this child you loved,
I'm going to you now, with this child in tow

aa, goodbye
aa, the night comes to a close

only you appear in the midst of the battlefield floating on the water's surface.

the divine wind loses its divinity
and disappears into the dark
the shapes of the lilies blooming
on the night our renuion

the divine wind which lost its divinity
the light of the fireflies and the flower of the lily blooming
on the night of our renuion.