Living in solitude,

Never Ending Tales

Living in solitude,

As the warmth of my heart,

Locked deep inside the memory,

Memory…of the passed one.

Shrouded by the trees,

Calling out to the wind,

I’m lying face-down crying,

As every vision of my memory,

Was nothing but a smile before you left me,

Alone … in this dark realm.

Every mirror that I have passed,

Reflecting the image of a foolish person,

A trickster… a version of my own,

For I am helpless after your death,

Roaming through the darkness,

Pushing through the frozen region of the forgotten land,

With the only support left,

The warmth of a sealed pendant,

A pendant sealed with the vision of mine…

Her last warm, lovely smile.

Clinging onto my last consciousness of humanity,

At the edge of remorse,

The pendant scattered,

Weak mind of mine,

Heed the words from the darkness,

From where I was born,

The arm of darkness,

Daemon blood flows in my vessel and vein.

Destruction and resurrection begins,

A gentle hand,

Lead me to light of hope,

Summoned me back,

For she who I encountered,

When the pendant scattered,

For she who paid for losing her memory,

In order to resurrect me,

Once more… I felt warmth in my frozen heart…

My weaknesses were deadly,

The warmth I felt in you on your last breath,

It faded away quietly until my hands felt empty,

Only the sounds of lost hope seem to increase,

The rhythm of despair rings merrily,

I threw away everything,

To seek the last smile of yours,

Like an eternally-blooming flower’s beauty,

The persistent feeling continued to blossom in my heart,

The dying love, the cruel dream,

I embraced tightly the never-ending remorse.

The gale of storm in my heart,

Stirring violently,

But then,

I have found my last hope,

In my heart,

I felt your existence,

You smile at me with a sorrowful mien.

I wish for the future…

I wish for the dreams of both maidens…

The wheels are turning,

And I continue dancing…

In the tale where fate cannot foretell,

A tale of darkness.