The places filled from the fluttering snow
Have slowly started to lessen, and now
We are on toward a world filled with color
Long, long... Woven over long months
Old, old... and years, old tales
Distant, distant... enter the distant sky
Far, far... far over each and every place
Basking in warm sunlight rays
Pink blossoms soar
The fairies that come to bring word
Of the end to the season of dancing snow
Appear, fluttering here and there
Fresh leaves and buds blossom from trees
Which had nothing, a florid scene
A transcluent coat of seven colors
Shallow, shallow mists, their
Curtains I feel disappearing
Intersecting pillars of light
Their layers increasing over and over
The clouds as if waking from a dream,
Are swept away as the spring wind breaks in
Together with the cherry blossoms in full bloom
The gates of silence open and
I race up the steps to where
My memories are brilliantly projected
Wandering the nine worlds locked out of paradise
From the gaps appear...
The places filled from the fluttering snow
Have slowly started to lessen, and now
We are on toward a world filled with color
Playing in a blizzard of cherry blossoms
I remember what happened that day
As the seasons are ever repeated