On this, the quietest morning
I have lost everything
Whenever I close my eyes
The blue sky and the house I was born in are right here
The burning red horizon
Slowly comes to visit
Flowers that took root deeply in the ground
Surely as if to reply, "I want to live."
Oh, the warm light
Gentle and strong, it crushed this body
Oh, restful sleep
Now, even my hatred
I wish I could softly caress