One Thousand Summers

My fear is that you will forget your promise to never forget me, so I would prefer to die now while I am still happy. 

When the frosty* bridge of magpie feather comes into sight, the night is nearly past. 

No matter where I stand on the shores of Tago, I can look up and see white snow, it keeps falling on the cap of Mount Fuji. 

Nothing can be worse than living a moment longer when I cannot bear growing any weaker than I already have.

Long last we meet, only for you to leave hurriedly, so I could not recognise you, like the moon hidden behind the clouds. 1

So spring ends and summer comes, now white robes hang to dry on Mount Amanokagu.

Like a boatsman adrift at the mouth of Yura, I do not know where this love will take me.