The far away morning, The close night
Up above, the red sun is spinning
Someone's morning, the neighboring night
Closeby, we can see a dusk-colored... shadow

Watching the dead ant's parade
Floating towards the twilight sun
Gazing at the dead people's procession
The boundary between morning and night is lining up

The far away sun, The close rain
Someone's balloon goes up above the clouds
Someone's voice, a close voice
Always crying, it's such a noisy... shadow

Always praying far away by the graves
A tall tower blocks the road, causing many to become lost
They pray, but it goes unheard
It goes unheard, but it's surely reached here

Watching the dead ant's parade
Like tiny clay figures they fall over
Gazing at the dead people's procession
Let's walk the boundary between morning and night together

La La La La La La La La La La La La La Laaaaaaa
La La La La La La La La La La La La La Laaaaaaa
La La La La La La La La La La La La La Laaaaaaa
La La La La La La La La La La La La La Laaaaaaa
The far away morning, The close night
The far away morning, The close night