Why thinkest thou that thou shalt live long When thou art not sure of a single day? The crow thinks her own bird fairest Even so, we are somehow still living on In spite of that, there is something that I want to protect Why is it that people born and then they die? The devil is not so black as he is painted We ourselves cannot even tell who's who Even so, we are somehow still living on In spite of that, there is something that I want to love Farewell, under a starry sky Meeting someone is the beginning of parting It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good I do not want to either die or live, my flower Falls or not depending on wind. Forever and ever It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good I do not want to either die or live, my flower Falls or not depending on wind. Forever and ever So far, from here