Eyes connected by the glow of the rain clouds We’ve finally made it here, to a big Japanese house You were scared until we exited the long tunnel, weren’t you? Relieved, we sat down The bottoms of our feet incredibly dirty Are you hurt? It hurts a bit, but I’m not sure which is my blood and which isn’t A precious existence at the top of a big mountain While huddling up, hugging the warmth close A country of the deceased at the foot of the big mountain Looking up at us again and again, sending up balls of light In my Boston bag I have 3 days of clothes and a picture of her She’s probably crying, or laughing, somewhere right about now We drop the new corpses into the ravine Without a moment’s delay, the birds pick away at them and carry off [pieces] high into the sky Scenery we see every day, which will go on forever We, the survivors Have gotta get used to it