Row beyond the fallen sun.
She’s tired of the game.
The snow, the moon, and the cherry blossom,
Their beauty exceeds their names.
But the water flow couldn’t help you to
Realize that something subtly changed.

Between Long Island and a slaughterhouse,
The holocaust began.
Falling into the pool of decay,
You failed to understand -
The brightest future you claimed and sang
Was just your past that never came.