Funeral snow is falling in the dead morning
Howling of a stray dog, the creaking of geta clogs
Carrying the weight of fate, I walk with my eyes fixes
Embracing the darkness, only with a Janome-umbrella
I go my own way of life, long ago I've thrown away my tears
At the river I turn around and see the lights of the journey fade
A moveless frozen crane, howling rain and wind
My stray hair reflects on the surface of the cold water
Not even showing tears, only with a Janome-umbrella
I go my own way of grudge, long ago I've thrown away my feelings
Duty, sympathy, tears, dreams
Tomorrow and yesterday are words of no meaning to me
I yield my body to the river of grudge
Long ago I've thrown away my womanhood