The person who is waiting for you surely won’t let you have any lonely feelings.
At least.
At least.

The person who you are meeting surely won’t let you have any lonely feelings.
At least.
At least.

Miserable and abandoned on the road.
Half way through the trip lost all will and hope.
Love is the meeting. The separation. It’s a transparent piece of cloth.
Osorezan ReVoir.

The Black thousand-paper-cranes.
That person quietly carries a heavy lonely mystery during the night.
Even if unfoldable*.
Even if unfoldable.

(*refers to the thousand-paper-cranes)

The Black thousand-paper-cranes.
That person quietly carries a heavy lonely mystery during the day.
Even if unfoldable.
Even if unfoldable.

Unwavering. Unshaken. Holding pride…
Excessively wanting bromide.
Love is the meeting. The separation. It’s a transparent piece of cloth.
Osorezan ReVoir.

After around a thousand years.
I can finally break away from these lonely feelings.
Even if not forever.
Even if not forever.

This weak heart. I can finally tear off this heavy shell.
Even if there is no grave.
Even if there is no grave.

Living amongst mankind, and still feel sorrowful.
Greeting each New Year with feelings of happiness.
Love is the meeting. The separation. It’s a transparent piece of cloth.
Osorezan Revoir.

Though I am unworthy.
It’s the joy of supremacy to scatter and spread,
That although I might appear lifeless,
It does not bother me.
So won’t you show me a smile or two?

This song, that will never even become a tender attachment to the heart,
With this, will come to an end.
What is that country that shines from above?
May it be where the Ksitigarbha* is.
Love is the meeting. The separation. It’s a transparent piece of cloth.
Osorezan Revoir.
Osorezan Au Revoir. (farewell)

(*Ksitigarbha: bodhisattva who looks over children, travelers and the underworld. )