Chachamaru

The red color of the moonlight
Casts a monotonous light
From the blunt angle of the ceiling
It will disappear in solitude

It is blowing from the depths of hell
The ominous wind is calling out to me

Don't be sad anymore, soon the night will turn to day
Don't be sad anymore, soon the time will come

In a dream that I have often
Strangely, there is someone who loves me
When I look at her without even knowing her name
Her lone form varies each time

Now to her phantasmic form
I give a phantasmic song

And the wind will soon sing
And the wind soon brought it to you

It's as though the light is frozen to the spot
The memories I sing of in my dream are here
To the point where I feel pain in my heart
A garden filled with unearthly caress

It is blowing from the depths of hell
The ominous wind is calling out to me

Now to her phantasmic form
I give a phantasmic song

Don't be sad anymore, soon the night will turn to day
Don't be sad anymore, soon the time will come

Don't suffer anymore, soon the night will turn to day
The dream's dream will soon awaken