I await the morning
The young girl to whom dance meant everything,
Held in my arms
Because even you, her dearest friend,
Is there to wave to her no more

Now I long for even those simple days
The petals of ash drifting up into the air

Setting the mound of sacrifices ablaze to say goodbye,
The petals of ash drifting up into the air

Put on your dress and dance
The love given endlessly
Because you cry out loud, so, come now...
Take off your dress, and sleep
The love gushed endlessly
In your sleeping face,
The girl for whom I wished happiness, is gone.