You are with me at every change.
You are an accomplished their circle and came.
I do not believe in your return.
As then, a quarter of a century ago,
At the dawn of the likelihood of young,
Golden're my early sunset
Light of the same great Launched.
You coped his triumph,
And again, Twenty-five years,
For you I'm not sorry for anything,
How about a memorable first dawn.
I do not mind immature works,
And again this morning autumn
I appreciate your coming
Preparedness fresh deprivation.
Rep me your rightness.
You are nothing in front of me innocent of,
The war with the spirit of darkness without purpose
Darkens your anniversary.
6 November 1942