On days your heart aches Let’s tell each other old stories as we walk On the road that quietly spreads out at night On the road that hides all the pretty memories
Fall night, lonely night, a night filled with the cry of insects When the mountain path behind the straw house gets dark When tears fall from missing mother’s embrace I come outside and count the stars
Sit here, don’t hide Tell me, I’ll listen Trust me, old people know That miraculous reality When the earnestness can be heard from faraway That sometimes reaches the faraway galaxy