White Flames Blaze….
Empty winter, an old tree
I see a flame on him naked.
Even the cold wind blows
Naked for tens and hundreds of years
Even warm days come,
And the flowers blossom on his shoulders,
And even green shoots sprout,
For tens and hundreds of years
He seems to be so,
To be so,
To be so.
Empty winter, an old tree
White flames blaze on him naked.
I see a flame on him naked.
Even the cold wind blows
Naked for tens and hundreds of years
Even warm days come,
And the flowers blossom on his shoulders,
And even green shoots sprout,
For tens and hundreds of years
He seems to be so,
To be so,
To be so.
Empty winter, an old tree
White flames blaze on him naked.