Do you remember~
My letters to you, which whispered of the dawn?
The passages opened for- what we have not become.
Do you still reflect on my spirit, restless-
When the birds call to you in the waking moons?
I was once your divine, now I am the angel who weeps.
I stood outside your window today-
Only to listen to you recite.
I hid myself well, behind the great rose-vines
-just to taste once more, the scent you inhale.
My mind holds stern;
This is my virtue-
My heart bleeds upon your hands;
This is my suffering
My voice is held mute;
Yet, still I call your name.
Do you remember~
When you would lift me high above the earth- to spread my delicate wings?
Today, I tried to fly without you
-but my wing has been broken...
