A wish for all to blossom and to change
There's a mystical, ancient, and forgotten way
Ia cho ku, IÕm not as sweet as I've led you
Ia cho ku, with spiders beside her

I hear you speak of ancient cherry blossom
And I ask you to take me there
A wish for all
Tradition meets with ocean eyes, and sea monsters are in the tide
A spider beside her

The sunrise is slowly calling you
Eight arms and legs to hold onto
Her ways, combining old and new