I wish to be cried, 
to kindle tired minds, 
And with the price of the time, 
recall the earth and the clouds. 

Dull memory around our life. 
Sweet memory around our quiet. 

Medicine sound for your delicate mouth. 
Medicine sound words lost in the growth. 
Medicine sound for your delicate mouth, for your red mouth. 

Lined is the sight,  [bad word] I wish to be blind. 
For listening to the silence, 
That calls the earth and the snow. 

Dull memory around our life. 
Sweet memory around our quiet. 

Medicine sound for your delicate mouth. 
Medicine sound words lost in the growth. 
Medicine sound for your delicate mouth , for your red mouth.