Hana Ichi Monme

One flower, one grain, this world is fleeting
One flower, one grain, swirling in impermanence
Even if I try to break free, it still binds me
My hands, my dreams, my heart

Countless times before
Even friends can turn to foes
Like the waves that ebb and flow
I move forward, then back, that's my path

The proof of lives colliding
The scars are foolishly dear to me

One flower, one grain, this world is endless
One flower, one grain, can I take this cut?
Now it's a serious fight, don’t talk about dreams
My hands, my dreams, my heart

Everyone now
Hides their desires no more
I want love, I want glory
Just offering it up to the void

Sparking flames in my dry heart
Burning out, waking up

One flower, one grain, this world is endless
One flower, one grain, can I take this cut?
Now it's a serious fight, don’t talk about dreams
My hands, my dreams, my heart

Winning feels great, one flower, one grain
Losing feels awful, one flower, one grain
Winning feels great, one flower, one grain
Losing feels awful, one flower, one grain

After all, it’s a hellish isolated fairy tale
Like a tengu, I want to feel proud
I want rules, I want beliefs
Let’s establish them, yes, let’s do it

(One) Proud to stand out from the crowd
(Two) Not bending in this wicked world
(Three) Carrying ideals that may not even be prayers
(Four) Clashing stones, living together

One flower, one grain, this world is fleeting
One flower, one grain, swirling in impermanence
Even if I try to break free, it still binds me
My hands, my dreams

One flower, one grain
Chasing, can I take this cut?
Is the clash alright?
Don’t talk about dreams
My hands, my dreams, my heart