And all I thaught her was everything
and I know she gave me all that she wore.
Pear Jam

Soul companion,
love, sorrow, fire, all,
almost every day
I sew the string
of memories that fade,
I stitch up the thread
that has no end.

Through the hatred forces,
endures the alchemist,
the failed senpai,
the devoted friend.
But she is almost gone,
since some November ago,
since some dreams before.

Ariadne, princess of mine
a white carpet at your feet,
a branch of flowers
lying at your table.

All those who remember us
are now long silent or dead.
I can talk to you in my own way.

As the fire drops away.