The hands and feet which are bound before the future
Are freed by a quiet voice
So nostalgic that I want to scream out, is
One life, the midsummer light
At your shoulder, swaying, the sunbeams streaming through the leaves.
The white ball at rest
The petals which have been scattered by the wind.
One life, the place to return to
At my fingertips, the summer day which doesn't disappear.
[- Inochi no Namae]