Scarecrow standing in the wildernessBlocking the endless view behindThe early autumn of the tenth year since he left homeI’m asking someone to hand over my will to you.The fire that was lit never went outBut the watcher has goneThe national emblem on his hat looks like his name”Please bury it with me in the tombstone”Birds fly across the blank space of timeLike a long story waking up in the dustHis eyes were red with fireLike a fire that shines into the abyss and never goes outIn the bustling crowd, he looked backThere are always millions of people throwing themselves into the flames of darknessBehind the towering mountains and seas is the countryAnd someone who is sleeping in the grave without a nameThe dim light from the windowOn the night of New Year’s Eve with brilliant fireworksThere are still people waiting for the travellers from afarFor whom do I keep peace every year?The wind blows up the skirt of the flying snowResting on his silent shoulderIf my chest still has hot bloodNo fear of the abyss before my eyesBirds fly across the blank space of timeLike a long story waking up in the dustHis eyes were red with fireLike a fire that shines into the abyss and never goes outIn the bustling crowd, he looked backThere are always millions of people throwing themselves into the flames of darknessBehind the towering mountains and seas is the countryAnd someone who is sleeping in the grave without a name