How much time?
How many times?
As in a blindman's dream.
A hundred (of) years
A hundred (of) days
A hundred (of) faces
What in which?
So much time,
So many times
Out of the fog we lost in smoke
A hundred (of) years
And a few days.
We are all in one and everything is a game of chance
Before the cherries bloom, after the leaves fall off.
We're lost in space and time, we're saved, we are dissolved
Before the cherries bloom, after the leaves fall off.
Morning fog lifted by the sun.
The cherries're full in bloom.
The wind plays with the crumbling petals.
Where does the wind blow from?
Incense smoke rises with the curchbell sound.
Where does this smoke go up?
We are all in one and everything is a game of chance
Before the cherries bloom, after the leaves fall off.
We're lost in space and time, we're saved, we are dissolved
Before the cherries bloom, after the leaves fall off.
