Ringo Oiwake

Apple petals scattered in the wind
Gently on moonlit nights
The Tsugaru girl cried
Cried for a painful parting
Apple petals
Scattered in the wind, ah

Looking at the iron kettle of the Oiwake-san, white clouds
Drift by leisurely
Peach blossoms bloom, cherry blossoms bloom
When the early blooming apple blossoms bloom
It's the most enjoyable season for us
But the relentless rain falls
By the time the white petals fall
I, who died in Tokyo back then
Remembering my mother, I, I

The Tsugaru girl cried
Cried for a painful parting
Apple petals
Scattered in the wind, ah