Pantalea

In the full moon, does life's feast shine?
What do we pray for, what do we sing?

The ancient festival lacks even a narrator
Yet we gather, awaiting time

Birds, beasts, spirits
Fragments of memory...
All living things
Let's celebrate tonight's miracle

Pantalea, bloom
Like admiring the blue stars
Pantalea, fragrance rises
Igniting thoughts, blooming mysterious flowers

Dance, even in the world that has decayed
Ah, fill it with joy...

Flames rise, flames ascend
A butterfly's dance in the night

Fireflies embrace the day, harboring the future
This rhythm connects

Someone from the past leaves behind
A nameless trace
Turning born wishes into victories
Summoning new miracles to this world

Pantalea, dawn breaks
Eventually, flowers fall into deep slumber
Pantalea, once a year
A hope that blooms only once

Pantalea pours down
Accepting time, green sprouts
Pantalea believes
Someday, things will come around again

Beside Pantalea
The shining wind blows through
Pantalea, eternal
Carrying thoughts, dreaming of the flower of prayer