The moon has raised for its last
The sun has set for its last
The season has changed  for its last
The rain is falling  for its last
A swansong.

A sunny girl
a cheery face
She danced with happiness
Though only for a short while

A dear one was lost
soon after another,
and another,
and another;

Grief-stricken
The sunny girl rains
The cheery face fades
"Too soon," she said.
"Why?" she asked.

Grief-stricken
The girl no longer dance
The rain never ceased
Continually it poured
Deep within her heart
Covered by the dark

Finally her limit
Another soul was lost
Once more her heart broke
The pieces shattered

Sorrowful

The candle light of her life
extinguished
in sorrow

And so,
still forever
she will sleep
forever
A sad story...


=yuu kaito=
22.12.2006