The moon wanes on the river's dark surface
The scattered rain beats on him again and again
When leaves fly 'bout, dancing crazy
Got used to being a loser and he was so scared of something
Damaged everything his dark eyes saw
When petals flowers fall dancing
He decided he would stand up again
He became a fighter for himself
Not for others but for his pride
He's the bravest fighter to walk the land
Because he stands up again and again
However he will get over himself
Not for others but for his pride