That's right, I'm a chaser my dream.
To fulfill my ambitions, I won't hesitate to kill.
This is an era of the warring states,
so I will sacrifice anything to bring the land under my rule.
Without looking back and reflecting on my past actions,
unable even to write a letter to my mother in my hometown,
when I had finally become aware of my own naivete,
my body was already completely stained by blood.
Covered in scars of the cruel battles,
we are the ones who have truly lost the war.
I stand a loser with no chance of finding salvation,
while the cold pouring rain batters my body.
On those gravestones, my dream dissipates with the dews.
I can hear a tender yet grievous melody
drifting this way from afar.
It seems to be a girl singing somewhere.
Her clear voice echoes across the land.
Suddenly my tears began to fall,
as the image of my hometown came into my mind.
That singing voice has made me realize
that nothing is more important than tranquility.
If I could be reborn into my next life,
then I'd like to become an entity
that can save lives with my singing,
just like this girl.
Even right now, I wish I could save people with my singing,
and help them take off the heavy baggage on their back. Ah...