My seasons are fragrant with one blossom br That is you and you alone br But now I leave to fulfill my destiny br Yet there is always a wayside view br We leave behind, whom we love br Our love for the country, greater; br br Once we cross the boundary of death br As we die fighting for our nation br Our souls are decked with honor and fame br But the love which was to never be br Remains as stamp in times letter to blind revolt; br br Why perish in this futile war? br For which mother br In a world of flesh