Now, again
        The snow begins to fall.
        I call to you,
        But you do not answer me.
        Soldiers fall.
        Was it worth it?
        You do not know the answer now.
        But future generations will.
        For they will think of you.
        Not by name
        But they will think of you
        When they hear the bells proclaim,
        Now again
        The cherry blossoms begin to fall,
        I call to you
        But you do not answer me.
        Soldiers fall.


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