You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away

Like a paper crane

Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry

And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly

Ashes from my bones
buried underneath the ground,
acting as a soil
for magnificent flowers.

Crow's cry far in the distance,
air soaked with dense feeling of death.

The scenery - masterpiece of pain and dread.
Here feelings bleed,
Watering the ground with tears.

The lonely moon is the only witness.
Ah, who knows I existed?