In spring the river is flowing like the old days
The surface is glittering cherry red
In twilight, and it passed by the many days
The waves had washed the blood of the dead
Beside of the river the hallowed ground,
They rest in the cells in the plain porcelain
The statues are laid in the central mound
And they show the victory, faith in certain.
The tides flow down along the river
And wind the island and the green and big dome.
There\'re the evils which couldn\'t washed by the river
Flood. No ceasing it makes the red foam.
Our fathers have guarded this land by their bloods,
Fighting against the external enemies.
Now, it couldn\'t washed the river floods,
The sun\'s fading cause of the internal enemies.