Throw down your sword

Take off

Remove your burden

You've nothing to lose

No

Don't carry it all to trip

Don't carry it all for the sea

These eyes are something

The crows left behind

Three bells are striking

Please come

It's my wedding day

I'm to be married

Underneath the weeping willow tree

The whole town will be there

It's my fortune

These eyes are something

The crows left behind

These eyes are something

The crows left behind

These eyes are something

The crows left behind

These eyes are something

These eyes are something