Shura No Hana

In the morning when I was dead
The snow of doubt falls
The stray dog's distant howl
The clogs' creaking sound
The weight of karma
I walk while staring
Embracing the darkness
With just one umbrella with snake eyes
A woman walks the path of life
I've long since discarded tears

By the river I turned to
The days of a distant journey
The crane stood still
Crying rain and wind
Even the disappearing water
Reflects my disheveled hair
Not even showing tears
With just one umbrella with snake eyes
A woman walks the path of resentment
I've long since discarded my heart

Duty, compassion
Tears, dreams
Yesterday, tomorrow
Words without connection
I entrust myself to the river of resentment
I've long since discarded myself as a woman