Ichiko Aoba - We the Survivors
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Eyes connected by the glow of the rain clouds
We’ve finally made it here, to a big Japanese house
You were scared until we exited the long tunnel, weren’t you?
Relieved, we sat down
The bottoms of our feet incredibly dirty
Are you hurt? It hurts a bit, but
I’m not sure which is my blood and which isn’t
A precious existence at the top of a big mountain
While huddling up, hugging the warmth close
A country of the deceased at the foot of the big mountain
Looking up at us again and again, sending up balls of light
In my Boston bag I have 3 days of clothes and a picture of her
She’s probably crying, or laughing, somewhere right about now
We drop the new corpses into the ravine
Without a moment’s delay, the birds pick away at them
and carry off [pieces] high into the sky
Scenery we see every day, which will go on forever
We, the survivors
Have gotta get used to it