Amid the battles
samurais unleash their death...

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

The fire is only
everlasting the moment...

Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...

Get acquainted to
her unsightliness for she...

Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...

Endlessly looking
in the things that tend to end...

Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...

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

All of me is there
reflected in the river...

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

Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...