A wish for all to blossom and to change There's a mystical, ancient, and forgotten way Ia cho ku, I'm 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