Funeral Beneath The Moon

Tonight, the waning moon will tell a tale
Shadows flicker on the path beneath a gloomy sky
Grazing my shirt that flutters like cherry blossoms

Colours and scents drift about jet-black hair
Eyes clouded by the words in a bell's sound

Memories of the past draw a spiral
I call out to wake you
In the sunlight shining through trees
The radiance, my thoughts, are changing

While a transient heat haze marks the passing of time
Somber chanting makes my ears ring
Mourners who dyed the vermilion ball a deep crimson
Will be consigned to oblivion

A single dream is a sad one, but I'll embrace it and smile
Loneliness always watches with narrowed eyes
When I'm tempted by darkness

It says, "A land of fighting
struggles to reach the end of hatred.
Mad demons are alighting upon
this vast land violated by a curse."

The full radiance that praises pity
Is being swallowed up by reticent clouds

I'll wear a thin kimono to conceal myself
From the maddened wind that would abolish my heart

When I peek at the transiently broken corpses
I can understand all the fragments of gods
And blood runs in my tears

Our love that was ruined in an instant
Is rotting and being smashed up
Along with the lives and fates that were toyed with

My soul is melting into the soaring stars

Tonight, the tale told by the waning moon
Is a sad story, a pity story