うみねこのしま

<The red castle>

The blessed sand, our country.
We may have made all from the sand from the beginning.
How I long for the caravan's country over the desert.
It can be seen the propagation voice from the huge court is floating in the air .
Belief of faith will grow again,

I escaped to the south.
Every night is silent.
I can only see the full stars in the clear night sky.

It has forgotten the faith and the pray,the red sand castle will tell a new story again,a happy human story.
I can see my father still sit the cushion in the stone garden.