Meeting on the street, there's tears in your eyes.
It's all I can do, them from mine.
We'll see each other some other time,
Eventually things will be fine.
Until then, i'll just wander the forest, holding this blade.
While I look in eyes that aren't the same.
If in another life, would things be the same?
If time could go back, would we be happy?
If comfort could undo the worst pain...
Could love be ours to gain?
If animals could sing a song, as beautiful as memory..
Would we need to see?
In dark Robes, I feel a touch.
Yet there is nothing, and I miss everything so much.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Fas, in the year 406 AD.