Yurikago

The seventh memory...

Like slumbering within a cradle
The wandering season is the dawn of spring
The fresh breeze The chirping of birds
The warm light is the sun streaming through the leaves

A gentle slope leading towards the cape...

People passing by Bright voices
Words are exchanged in this calm afternoon
A young child sleeping silently
"Such a good child, he doesn't even fret"

The mother is smiling proudly...

Have you forgotten anything?

Phantoms of happier days past Repeating days of fantasy
Even though they noticed her madness, no one ever told her
That the child in her arms『has already become a skeleton』...

A sleep of oblivion, like being embraced by a cradle...
Even today, the woman wanders with her child's corpse in tow...

A sleep of oblivion, like being embraced by a cradle
The wavering water bottom Things that are better when forgotten...

A sleep of oblivion, like being embraced by a cradle
If the boy and girl would even call that lost...

A sleep of oblivion, like being embraced by a cradle
Then the sky on that day would stretch out indefinitely in clear azure...

A sleep of oblivion, like being embraced by a cradle