The Sun rises, and it sets in
The Moon waxes, and it wanes
The Woods grow in, and it blasts
The Life is born, and it dies

How many times did I see these spectacles?
I didn't forget it, but it's not that I conscious especially
Even this "moment" represent
Only a fraction of the history like mighty river

And I also I am a character that was caught in onflow of the history
I am an odd spectator, because I know inanity struggling in that onflow

I think always that history is wonder
Human Being creates it, then breaks, and creates again
It looks like endless routine work

Is it their notion and their repression?
Or are they only dancing in the palm of God?
They say "History repeats itself" in the…

How many times did I see these spectacles?
I didn't forget it, but it's not that I conscious especially
Even this "moment" represent
Only a fraction of the history like mighty river

And I also I am a character that was caught in onflow of the history
I am an odd spectator, because I know inanity struggling in that onflow

I think always that history is wonder
Human Being creates it, then breaks, and creates again
It looks like endless routine work

Is it their notion and their repression?
Or are they only dancing in the palm of God?
They say "History repeats itself" in the past

Please tell me
How comfortable the death settling up all your life
And how pained all memory vanished...

Please tell me
How comfortable the death... settling up all your life
And how pained all memory vanished when you are to die
But I think
If your existence vanishes in time
You and I being together will engrave for part of the history
Then "History repeats itself."
Because you and I can reunite surely
You might not be able to remember it
But I don't forget you any day
As long as I ingeminate transmigration
And as long as this damnatory (historic) blood inherited