| Lyrics: | When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years
And without belief he
knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears
Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even
sleeping
My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing
Maybe weep
awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going
But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on
keepin' on, on and on
Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow
While we
can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going
My dearest friend till we meet
again
O-ku Nsu-kun No-ko
The dead are weeping for the dead |
