A distant cry.....

From whom I perished for?

No.....

You are born.....

.....the winterburden



I bled your tears once.

If only I could wither,

You, That May Wither



A distant cry...

From what I perished for?

No....

It was born...

The winterburden.

I bled its tears once...

Oh, if only it could wither,

wither in the absence of your thoughts.



So I cry.....



I cry not only for my spirit in its living shell.

But for the ones who used the lust for me.