Though it be nothing but a glimpse,
But now t’is over for this lover’s bliss.
In lonely lakes – down rivers float,
Lain drift-of-dream inside her boat,
With tresses free – flowing like the stream,
She seeks to keep his memories alive.
Whilst towards her death she closely creeps,
Cascading pools forth from her eyes,
“It’s never over, Dream Brother”,
With her tears scattered around,
The world she cries.