...As I paused
And saw all the suffering
that had happened to her,
I promised myself
Never to shed another tear
I would never shed another tear
>At the thought
Of ever seeing her again.
Yet from the dark throne
Climbed down between the trees,
To walk forever
In the darkness
As a spirit,
As a breath of wind,
Which makes the hair dance with the snowflakes

Never recognizing infinity itself,
Which, like sin, never passes away.
The romance that suggested death to her
A sharp blade,
Promised to become another
As herself.
Crying,
Whining,
Bowling in pain,
Which causes the blood
to flow out of her body and...