Although the moon doesn't shine every one night, but the crane sings every night sadly. Even if I look back the past, The flowers (Sakura) burn off. As if the heart of consolation already disappeared
In this new world Gods are gathered day broke, the crane sings
The flowers (Sakura) pray to gods Although this life is tragic, cannot give up a dream. die holding animosity.
(This lyric is written in old Japanese, may be using words of Heian piriod which is 1,000 ago from now, but easy to understand).