The Wind by Tetsuro Tanaka

The wind asks "Haven't you forgotten?"
The wind asks, "Haven't you give up?"
Your sadness isn't yours alone.
Your anger isn't yours alone.
It blows against the wall of history.
Even if you can't see it now the wind moves the trees.

Let's be the wind.
Let's live as the wind.
Over the sea. Over the hate.

Your peaceful mind flies up to the blue sky.
It blows down the old leaves of oppression.
The wind is brought by your struggle.
The wind broadens your compassion.
It blows enveloping pain and efforts in vain.
Even if you can't see it now the wind will live again.

Let's be the wind.
Let's live as the wind.
Over the sea. Over the hate.

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