As they gather, Covering the bluesy
White and pure, the grass shivered
The Dead kissed the ground to be long forgotten
And the boy stood silently staring
One after another they fall
To obscure the dead for one and all
Had I heard such melody that sings such beauty
A beauty with a cold heart that shines with the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem