River runs empty
You brought me here mother,
The April fullmoon illuminating
This river bed village,
People's merriment echoing, then,
There was water.
While I collected my father's bones,
Your finger pointed
Where three generations were cremated.
On collecting your bones now
River runs empty
Water doesn't matter much
Your memories run
You brought me here mother,
The April fullmoon illuminating
This river bed village,
People's merriment echoing, then,
There was water.
While I collected my father's bones,
Your finger pointed
Where three generations were cremated.
On collecting your bones now
River runs empty
Water doesn't matter much
Your memories run
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