...and in dreams...
the flicker sound passing from a distance place is made from snow when it's eaten by fire
blue flame circles a ruinous old mansion that is barried in the white.
touch the cold fire with my fingertips...
and the snakes wonder on my skin without leaving wounds
the deep blue pattern of sorrow etchs on me,
and who knows, it sometimes embraces me so tight that i might lose my breath...
unwritten grief vibrated in this room
and every single word was tinkling aloud,
as if being hammering down to the abyss.
was i the one who send you to the shore of death?
was i doomed to be incapable to sing joyfully any more?
i was only aware of my bare hands, piercing by the pieces of a broken earing
and i fell, my heart stopped from aching....
snow fell on my hair
twirled in silence, and
melted into raindrops and then fell again
in the swelling blur
the lullaby was replaced by a dead-silence
with lonely footfalls, i walked on the stairway to final sleep
and it'll be great
my last duty in the crack was fulfilled.
curel water threaded over, stained my precious hammer
咎 打 鎮 魂.
and the last time, to hammer down, to pacify the spirit
so it'll be great...
that i, too, vanished in sweet darkness.
...and i fell, my heart stopped from aching.
thus i knew i'll be able to hold your hands again.
shall we go now, Hisame?