The hills stand desolate four sisters All of them only to blow the wind All the days are broken for them The air in a wheat To my head held high I was in the desolate hills Miss my empty room, dusty I loved that stupid four sisters ah Four sisters, the radiant Night I head volume and Divine Four sisters think of the distant blue I loved that stupid four sisters ah I personally love like wrote four poems My beautiful four sisters go hand in hand Per cent more than the fate of the goddess is also a Cows to catch a beautiful pale moon-shaped peaks To February, where you are from Thunder rolled over the sky of spring, where you are from Not strangers together Together do not and wagon Do not flock together and Four sisters holding that a An air of wheat Holding yesterday's snow, rain today Tomorrow's food and ashes This is a desperate wheat Please tell the four sisters: This is a desperate wheat Always be the case Wind behind the wind The sky is the sky above Roads or roads in front of