A banquet was held in the splendid castle in the season of the cherry blossom.
Where is the light now, that shadowed the glasses and flew through the old pines?
The encampment was covered with frost in the autumn.
Where is the light now, that shone on the swords like plants,
that were as numerous as the cackling wild geese, that flew ?
Now there is the moon over the desolate castle.
Whom is it shining for without change?
Only tendrils remain on the walls.
Only the storm sings between branches of the pines.
The shadow of the sky doesn´t change.
But the shadow is reflecting it as before, changing for better to worse?
Ah! The moon over the desolate castle