In the pure white unstained by sorrow,
the orange petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I'll cross over the far off, red-stained sand
The rhythm of farewell.

Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
there is something sprouting in remembrance.

Sending off the dawn's carriage
Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw

Until it is placed in my hands once more,
please don't let the light go out
The wheels are turning.