This is the place where the battle-worn soldiers sit down to rest and disappear
Clouds have come down, all is cloaked in fog
Two hundred million years worth of moonlit nights have flown by...
Come, O pursued Here!
Come and stay in the star inn
The entrance is down just beyond that corner
A hot spring hushes from the moon
So descend to the point of no return
This is the inn dreamt by the apex of creation
Welcome, welcome to Hell's Inn
It's the witching hour, so let's dress you in a newborn's kimono
So warm and tender…
Ah, this is where all sad being gather
Here— earthly paradise, heaven, and neck pillows for you
I'm making the southern flower gardens bloom!
Here, I've adorned them beautifully with dewdrops made from tears
A thousand people are held in the pit of the underworld
Ten thousand people are swallowed up by the underworld's kingdom
See, it's quiet, isn't it? Yet it's sad, isn't it?
But it’s not that painful, is it?
The wind creates a gaping hole in your heart
Whether awake or sleeping, southern travelers
Play flutes hollowed out of sacred trees
Forever resonating through eternity!
This path laid upon the map of secret treasures
Whispers to none but you of how to find the Dream Inn
Dreaming, in bliss, without a shadow of a doubt
While you've been dead to the world for two hundred million years...
This is the inn dreamt by the apex of creation
Welcome, welcome to Hell's Inn
I suppose you've come close to it
It's quite a lonely place, but it isn't painful
There, that's where all sad beings gather
Here— eathly paradise, heaven, and neck pillows for you
We'll make sure a tear-jerking invitation
Will always find its way to your doorstep
(Alt. Title(s): Welcome to the Star Inn)