Golden moons rise up by the tens of thousands in the dewy grass
and blossom in your dreams – you, beaten down in the prison of this one night
Oh dawn, in the space of a single moment, arrive here by the thousands,
bearing all your days upon this fleet that sails in parallel
You who were surely born like the clouds that float at random
and know the meaning of a thousand years – your voice echoes in every moon
Blossom, oh flower of rebirth
Bloom, oh lotus
Echo for a thousand years
Resonate in every second
