Apoplexed to complete this heavy task set before me
Aspirations and dreams all well spent, so sad I descend
But unless I consume this overwhelming darkness
My body cannot retrogress in the naked field
For surely, I shall be born again seventy times seven
And grasp wild Hyperion flowers deep in my hand.
When ugly weeds cover the surface of this island,
My sole thought shall be the future of the one I love
For a small night storm scatters in and merrily blows
Saying in strange tongues 'crumbling is the essence of the hour'
Preceding those who hesitate and linger down paths too long
Lapsing ill on journeys my dreams wander over asthenia fields
But shedding tears for death is a mere delusion - death is death.
So bury me when I die beneath a blooming orange tree
With grace the breeze could send some down my way
Oh my brother, - if you fear death, sleep now!
Having died once you won't pass again
Oh my sister, - if you are afraid of love, cry now!
Having shed tears you won't be sad again.
Oh, stars in the lonely sky, from whom did you depart?
You hold light without and blaze within, yet no one sees
Departing our bodies on a long travel we'll burn like fireflies
So what shall I become when this body is cold and numb?
A lost message inside a bottle floating upon the sea
Evergreen alone when red foam covers the whole world
Oh I loved every man as my own brother
And worried over country as my own house
For the bright sun looking down upon earth
Shines ever so brightly upon my cinnabar heart.
As the wind of the earth calls for my life,
I turn my head where moon is about to rise
There is no rest on the road to tomorrow
Alas at whose house shall I cast away this night?
Should this body die and die again a thousand times over,
Strong bones turning to dust, with or without trace of mind
My unrelenting heart toward you Lord, could it ever fade away?
Could it ever really die? And forget about the weather of this day?
