[Little Boy:] One note, sounds like a light ray One note, sounds like a new day One note, holds all the others, millions of colors So one note is best! [Pete:] The last war finally ended with a huge explosion in Japan. Some of the liberated prisoners of war from Berma Brought home souvenirs, like Shamisen., Little banjos with lizard skin resonators. That terrible bond All those perfect Japanese gardens Timber houses with paper walls Consumed in the monumental roar of darkness All those one stringed musical instruments burning black Those delicate single notes bended. But there is peace there of course In the end all those in pain died quietly in the gentle arms of the shadow And as ever, the sun rises.