When the night falls on castle ruins, only the moonlight calms;

it speaks of memories caught in the remains.

O, alone and sleepless is the lonely wanderer.

Silent tears fall as insects chirp with sorrow.

At the empty site of the fallen castle, only the green grass grows;

it speaks of futility.

O, poor thing. This body of mine roams searching

for something in the endless streets of dreams.

I will go endlessly, wherever these feet take me.

I will climb mountains and cross waters, with no aim.

O, infinite sorrow sits deep in my heart

as this body drifts away. Farewell, old ruins.