The moon wanes on the river's dark surface
The scattered rain beats on him again and again

Be silent

Be silent

Keep silent

Until sunrise

When leaves fly 'bout dancing crazy

Got used to being a loser and he was so scared of something
Damaged everything his dark eyes saw

When petals flowers fall dancing

He decided he would stand up again

He became a fighter for himself

Like a wolf howling loud

Dead of night draws his blade

Not for others but for his pride
Sharp at the ready now

Nobody can stop him
Wake up now

He's the bravest fighter to walk the land

Made up his mind just one way

He's a loser also a winner

Because he stands up again and again

Sometimes he loses his blade

However he will get over himself

Dead of night draws his blade
Not for others but for his pride
Sharp at the ready now

Nobody can stop him
Wake up now
He's the bravest fighter to walk the land

Made up his mind just one way