We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

"Why is the fading flower so sad?"
-Asked the tearful child...

Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...

to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...

The bouquet of flowers
I offered you...

The fire is only
everlasting the moment...

I am alive though
life is a party I've been...

Amid the battles
samurais unleash their death...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...

Why eat your mother,
when she has given you birth...