Even in this struggle

I see that she retains

Every piece of her elegance

Even in this war

She gracefully dances

On an empty battlefield

On ruined land

Her tears fall as she dances

Twirling, spinning

Leaping, and dashing

Her tears refresh the earth

A struggle we both watch

Breaks our fragile wills

But even in this chaos

Even in this madness

She finds the will to dance

Even in this struggle

She dances.

The maiden who dances for the fallen

And the soldier who watched her cry

The story continues

As long as the struggle does.

And someday

I hope her dancing will no longer

Be on broken earth.