Requiem Ii

carried by the wind, where have you been the lonely soul who returned to the riverside; and now, why are you asking the way to Erebus to the swaying reeds over and over again with the sighs deeper than the bottom of the water with the sighs more than the countless stars in the sky for growing tired from seeking the way too far, the lonely soul stayed for a while in the valley where the flowers bloom in the early evening’s soft sunlight; however, the touch of cold starlight at dawn makes the flowers withered in the chilling dew drops before sunrise; the valley where the lonely soul dwelt may be the way to Erebus where he once roamed after all, as if pushed by the high wind, the sorrowful soul left hurriedly in the way of no need for haste, and crossed over the river that carries no promise, counting the days without tomorrow now is the time to let your eyes close to rest the lonely soul let, therefore, the tormenting soul, the pointless eyes that always seek something but aimlessly to put an end their wandering although once you cross the river named no-pathos nothing can be seen even if you turn your face back or return to the world where your footprints may still remain or to restore what you have left in the opposite shore, why don’t you, therefore, close the eyes even though no one follows with bewailing your departure or holds your trembling hand with tearful eyes even though it’s a lonely journey the miserable funeral to the nether world why don’t you close your eyes while crying with the drifting water while listening to the dirge the murmuring water chants in a sorrowful tone