The Lullaby Of Sarasouju

so, time is prevented from flowing along
even its demise decaying, accepted

even with destiny seizing my life
my heart cannot change

still the powdered snow dances gently about
don't melt my memories

the colour of spring, carried on the wind
wrap me up, mother-like
if you cradle me, rock me, with a fondly remembered song
in the quiet, with a sigh, my eyes will close

so, struck with countless agonies
carving out irregular footprints

even now my conciousness continues to drift
with a mystery to lead me

embracing my childhood years, I walk
on the fingertip of a god always blinkered

in the morning when I greet the time of my death
the cheek of sarasouju* that I gently stroke is..

the colour of spring, carried on the wind
wrap me up, mother-like
if you cradle me, rock me, with a fondly remembered song
in the quiet, with a sigh, my eyes will close

and so the time is past, perhaps I'll suddenly realise
around and around, this is paradise continuing

by Lele