Everything that lives will slowly pass away,
everything that's young and is hoping for a new path,
if it has the courage to tell about its sorrow.
Like a yellowed leaf.
Its absence hurts silently and hesitantly,
and until its unbound soul finds a dwelling,
the summer rain will cry tears
while waiting for a new song.
Affection has passed away.
Love betrayed it.
Its trembling words were stifled,
it cursed its heart a thousand times.
Tears couldn’t help,
prayers were useless,
it was ash and soil
that the world scraped over it.
Ashes and mourning, tears and blood
we thought the chant would sound forever
and yet it will end.
Ashes and mourning, tears and blood
your steps are now covered by the rain,
and the chant miscarried, too.