When I was little
When I was small
I made a room with the reed of Kawahara and played.
Now there is no child to play like that
On the beach, take out the tree that I went up to the sea
We gathered and cooked shellfish and eaten well
In the harbor take the red cinnamon and go to the town for sale
In the mountain I dug a yam and also eat Akebi
Nature's play is next to danger
