by Fujita Toji
The pale-skinned girl with the blue hair,
Standing out there without emotion--
Constantly enveloped in mystery
Rarely ever speaks a single word.
The whole of her past is unknown,
For she has no real existence--
She was never born in the world,
But she is alive and real.
If you look into her crimson eyes,
You'll see the eyes of an angel;
But be warned, if you're not careful,
Those eyes will bleed through your soul,
And reside in your essence eternally.
And so she walks away from view,
Leaving behind a cloud of mystery.