Oh heart, why do you grieve so deep?
Why drown yourself in mist and sleep?
Will winter's thoughts forever stay?
Will ice not melt and fade away?
The summer waits beyond the gloom,
the violets rise,
the flowers bloom,
the mountains bathe in silver rain,
the dust is washed,
the fields regain,
the gravestone hosts the butterfly with wings so light,
with colors bright,
the swallows soon will fill the sky
and cuckoos call from branches high.
Oh heart,
don't break,
the storm will pass,
the rivers rage but won't outlast,
the sky will crack with fire's might,
yet life returns with rain's embrace.
The melting snow will flood the streams,
the canyons roar with shattered dreams,
the arachnid
runs so wild,
so black,
the storm is fierce but won't hold back,
it shouts at Mount Kwai
loud and loud,
spread your arms,
break through the clouds,
the heavens roar,
their voices clear,
a cry of life,
the end is near.
Oh heart, don't break, the storm will pass,
the rivers rage but won't outlast,
the sky will crack with thunder's might,
yet life returns with rain's embrace.
The lightning strikes,
the clouds give way,
yet spring still comes, no storm can stay,
and so shall we,
through pain and strife,
rise again,
reborn in life.
Oh heart, take hope, don't fear the night,
for after darkness there is light,
with joyful cries we'll meet the dawn,
for fate is strong but
hope lives on.