Kitsunezuka

Ripping apart the red flowers
Descending the mountain on the other side
The wandering spirits cast shadows
Mouth agape, spewing out winter blood

The wild dog howls, challenging the night
The crimson color fades away

If it's fate to eventually see the end
Who should the heavens favor?
If it blooms, it's better to lose sight
Another body swaying

Even if the falling rain turns into snow
Without saying 'now'

Throwing and catching the big ball
Thinking, how should I think, but it's all taken away
Yearning, sadness, how should I cry, but I can't sleep
The broken mask is still on...

If it's fate to eventually see the end...
Throwing and catching the big ball...

Oarsman, to my beloved child I offer this prayer
Without bamboo in hand, ah, how many years