room 304, mother and cherry blossoms 

with my sinking emotions   my last farewell
I can't even hear my son's voice ringing in my ears as I cry

burned into my vision   with this scar   I remember my anger
my son with his eyes closed   I cannot laugh as I cry

this unbearable wound is deep   the spring too short, the cherry blossoms falling

up until yesterday, you were laughing   the lilies that bloom by the window are withering away
perhaps tomorrow won't even come   a night of your sixteenth year
even if I try to cry   even if I try to laugh   the lilies that bloom by the window are withering away
perhaps tomorrow won't even come   the spring of your sixteenth year

the victim has no voice

you are carried   from the hospital room   your eyes unopening
can you hear my voice?   my love that does not reach you

this unbearable wound is deep   the spring too short, the cherry blossoms falling

up until yesterday, you were laughing   the lilies that bloom by the window are withering away
perhaps tomorrow won't even come   a night of your sixteenth year
even if I try to cry   even if I try to laugh   the lilies that bloom by the window are withering away
perhaps tomorrow won't even come   the spring of your sixteenth year
embracing my cremated son   completely changed   my dream is withering away
never dying out   they will bloom in Kamogawa   beneath the cherry blossoms
next year   they will bloom beautifully   even more than ever before   in full blossom
never dying out   they will bloom in Kamogawa   the spring of your seventeenth year