I drew up my dream, your nightmare.
Filled with stories of our ghosts,
Oh that stormy night! The screams are all the same!
How helpless am I, my sister?
Now we're left here, torn apart.
Marked by the past,
Grieved for the future.
There's nothing we can do.
We are far from home, so I truly suggest that you let me go.
Then you screamed, "if there is darkness, there shall be light!"
But it seems that each gleam I glimpse is running.
Running away from me.