The sun rises on the cherry blossoms:
What will you do when the world forgets you?
The sun rises on the sunflowers:
When will all that was fought for be forgotten?
The sun rises on the chrysanthemums:
What will you do now that I’m gone?
The sun rises on the camellias
And the war has yet to be brought to an end.
The sun rises still, yes still it rises upon all of the flowers
And it will continue to do so forevermore!