Cherry blossoms gracefully bloom o'er the fields that lie, High up is the castle wall, where have warriors gone? Where is the moonlight that brightly shone up high, Shone upon the warriors who drained the glasses dry? White frost o'er the autumn camps freezing the whole night, Flocks of wild geese cry and pass just below the moon. Where is the moonlight that might have shone so bright, Shone upon the warriors' swords gleaming through the night? Oh, the moon is rising high in the depths of night, Silent is the ruined site lying on the ground, Ivies creep o'er the gate in the cold moonlight, Rustling are the pine trees through the windy night. To rise and fall is people's fate, the moon shines so bright, Looking down upon the world lying far below, How sublime the moonlight o'er the ruined site, How I love the moon that shines in the depths of night! --ar 16:9