The rising sun high in the sky
The Sakura leading the season
It really makes me want to fly
Even though it defies reason
The crowd rushing into the train
Going to where they have to be
Even Obaa-san lives in vain
Ignoring the beauty I see
When will the darkness go and fade?
When will the light fly in the sky?
I will have my Nihon made
So that my people can say bye.
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