Fukahi

The sky spat out
On the map of tranquility of our happiness
The innocent life that faintly breathed is approaching its end

You don't need anything
Voice, heart, form, even you, all discarded

Eternally, smile in the sunlight
The faintly burning light
May you protect it, may you continue
Who should I pray to?
Let's go, on top of the piled hair
Live

The sky spat out
They capriciously, relentlessly, impermanently
Cover up the faintly flickering, hopeless desires

Spilling over
Dreams, memories, life, you, everything
Grasped emptily

If you're going to take away the warmth still left in these hands
Let's call killing this hair love

Smile in the sunlight
The faintly burning light
May you protect it, may you continue
Who should I pray to?
How should I end it a bit more innocently?
Who should I cling to?
Let's go, on top of the piled hair
Live