• I live at the flower Garden,
    Every Morning the flowers bloom,
    This day, too, the fruit seed falls.
    This day, too, the fruit seed falls.

    Occasionally, like an Obstinate Father,
    Occasionally, Like a Soft tender Mother,
    This day, too, the fruit seed falls.
    This day, too, the fruit seed falls.

    Life's work went on and on
    In an endless circle
    My work goes on and on
    and Overflows
    Everyone in the city speaks well of
    the beautiful flowers in the open by the road

    Oh how small it is,
    Oh how modest it is.
    My friend, its truly beautiful...
    I'll keep on carrying on this flower.

    Sayonara...
    Sayonara...
    My lovely fruit seed,
    Where Will you go, flowing away...