Sekishoku
Mama continues waiting for the return of (now also our) child
Counting the era’s tears that sink in prayer
I grasped the pain to get rid of the guilt of a weak person
The ground’s pulse pauses and breaks off, coloured into vermilion, it fades
before long
Transient quarrels give birth to sorrow
This wind carries that tune through mother’s chest
Printed on my eyes, the figure is separated
Valuable life is tragically scattered and becomes a star of the night sky
for eternity
The dispute that much hatred swirls
Does it produce happiness?
Or pain?
Transient quarrels give birth to sorrow
This wind carries that tune and soars high
It’s frightening to close your eyes when you can’t sleep at night
Mother’s prayers does not reach our child’s thoughts
