The Ballade of Puppets

The moon fails to shine down on either day or night
And the night bird calls out in sadness

When I turn to look, the flowers had all fallen away
It was as if all comfort had vanished from the world

As the gods leave to gather in the new world
Day breaks, and the night bird calls out

The blossoms beseech the gods
"Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering
Our dreams shall never die"

"Even though in this world we may know grief and suffering
Our dreams shall never die"
And they fall from the branch in anger