Zenkoji stands with sacred light Kamikochi, peaks in sight Matsumoto’s castle tall Karuizawa’s leaves in fall Shirakaba, lakes serene Nozawa’s slopes in winter sheen Suwa’s shores, the ripples sing Narai’s path, the woodlands ring Togakushi’s gate, where cedars rise Shibu’s springs, the steam and skies Through Matsumoto, stones align Black walls guard through rain and shine In Kamikochi, skies unfold Mirror lakes and mountains bold Nagano’s wind, the valleys hum Echoes dance where rivers run Nagano, the land of snow Through the hills, the stories flow Feel the steps at Zenkoji’s gate Pilgrims walk through dawn’s faint light In Suwa, waters gently sway Ancient gods watch night and day Nozawa’s frost and village fair Winter’s breath lingers there Togakushi, the trees stand tall Silent paths through seasons call Nagano’s wind, the valleys hum Echoes dance where rivers run Nagano, the land of snow Through the hills, the stories flow Zenkoji stands with sacred light Kamikochi, peaks in sight Matsumoto’s castle tall Karuizawa’s leaves in fall Shirakaba, lakes serene Nozawa’s slopes in winter sheen Suwa’s shores, the ripples sing Narai’s path, the woodlands ring Togakushi’s gate, where cedars rise Shibu’s springs, the steam and skies