All of the living things in world
arrive without fail at something in the future called “death"
bearing sins that they are unable to outrun
To be born into the world of man is to writhe in agony
I wonder what thoughts scatter in their final moments?
A momentary life
A disorderly disturbance
That is what vibrantly fallen humans are
Nameless flowers
that came into full bloom
are precious things that illustriously depart
That tiny body which has been given a name
it lives, knowing it is fated to pass away sooner or later!
Please tell me the meaning of death someday
Is it something painful?
Is it something unbearable?
A glance of light, like a revolving lantern
still brilliantly and beautifully, it drives me crazy
All of the children of man living in the world
tremble in fear of the destiny ahead
And though it supposed to be unavoidable
to be born into the world of man
with a beaming smile
what in the world does one think of when living?
Even though they know it would die
when the blossom bloomed
it was given a name? How foolish!
Never knowing permanence
they walk towards death
Such foolish humans
Those who smile while knowing they will reach their fated deaths before long
they live, huddled with each other and holding hands!
Please tell me the meaning of death someday
It is something lucky?
Is it something to congratulate?
A weak light grows into a gathered bundle
still beautifully twinkling, it makes me jealous
A momentary bloom
that falls into disarray
That is what vibrantly departed humans are
Never knowing permanence
keeping death in mind
Such foolish humans… it’s precious
Those who smile while knowing they will reach their fated deaths before long
they live, huddled with each other and holding hands!
Please tell me the meaning of death someday
It is something lucky?
Is it something to congratulate?
A weak light grows into a gathered bundle
it twinkled again, making me jealous
Since you’re prepared to accept whatever puts an end to you
I want you to tell me the meaning of life
As for me, who is never allowed to die
So I am lucky, right?
This is something unbearable, right?
I cannot know this, nor can I even feel it
Still seeking impermanence, it drives me crazy!