When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in yearsAnd without belief he knows his empty grief is a
name for his own fearsOh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleepingMy dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be b
lowingMaybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on goingBut oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and
onLet them alone for those down there speak our sorrowWhile we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on goingMy dea
rest friend till we meet againO-ku Nsu-kun No-koThe dead are weeping for the dead