A desire for eternal transcendence, Yet it is years beyond reach. A disruptive malevolent flame Whose scorching pulse cannot be stopped. In the falling cherry blossom snow, a dance is performed As an inspiring voice weaves defiance. How many times must this burning sorrow be repeated? This battle prayer is but a transience. The full moon in the endless sky Calls out the winds of history. Despite the motives of god's will, I'll extend my hand For the dozing nostalgia Towards that figure. For it is a transient soul, an old memory. An impermanence reawakened. Unforgiven and knowing, this body seeks out The promise for specks of light. Though played by affectionate words, I must leave your side And wander towards my rest. But this time is eternal As I wish to continue Being guided through the cycle of rebirth and death. For it is a transient soul, an old memory. An impermanence reawakened. How many times must this burning sorrow be repeated? This battle prayer is but a transience.