In my chest, with your rusting knives,
won't you mark for me the names of my comrades who will not return?
Please lend your ears to the dream of a wretched man
who kept stumbling after wandering astray from his flock.
When you closed your eyes,
were you shouting about someone...?
It's so painful... There is a downpour of tears.
Keep on accumulating, sorrows that won't leave my heart.
You kept drawing the losing cards, didn't you?
Even your last moment was crushed under a wheel.
I remember your smiling face when you said all men were stupid.
You were truly a great guy.
Your life was proved by your restless running.
To whom were you showing it with a puffed-out chest?
It's so painful... Holding my right wrist to the night sky,
I offer my mourning to the men
who have become stardust.
It's so painful... There is a stellar storm of shooting knives,
and they look like tears that you guys are shedding.