On a certain day,
Well, the women of this town
Would run around, masqueraded in strange attires.
Combining artworks with grief,
Beckoning the breeze to part ways as they pursue after it.

Awakening the spirits of the dead
As their heavy feet reach the ground.
This, combining made them warriors of the dead.
Never has it been heard,
That they fight for those who can fight for themselves.

“We are the warriors of our motherland!
Make way and let...