Will we be able to sacrifice
Our lives
In order to protect
Those we love?
Will I brandish
The sword of peace
In my hand
And fight?
Are the spirits
Who sleep here
Us before we're born?
Each time a white dove
Alights
The treetops rustle
The midday moon
In the land I arrive at
At the end of the winding road
I hear a voice
Like my distant brother
Saying, ah, live in my stead
There's a shimmering haze
Behind the old person
Who hangs their head
And keeps praying
Who will see
The endless sorrow
We embrace?
On days when
The sound of crickets chirping rains down
The dazzling sky
Is dyed blue
In the land my wandering heart
Is called back to
I hear a song
Like my gentle sister
Saying, ah, you will not die
A white dove
Takes flight
Heading for the light
Ahead of its wings
People cross
The endlessly flowing
River of tears
Never forgetting
As time passes
We come to know
Life's fragility
Life's preciousness
In the land I arrive at
At the end of the winding road
I hear a voice
Like my distant brother
Ah, be strong for your own sake