|
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years |
|
And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears |
|
Oh, the eyes are still. |
|
Oh, but even sleeping |
|
My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing |
|
Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then |
|
I'll keep on going |
|
But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on |
|
Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow |
|
While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going |
|
My dearest friend till we meet again |
|
O-ku Nsu-kun |
|
No-ko The dead are weeping for the dead |
