THE GHOST OF MARTEL..

VANISHING POINT

THE PEOPLE OF MARTEL...

GAVE UP..

THEIR WILL TO LIVE..

WITHERED..

THEIR SUFFERING BECAME UNBEARABLE..

THE DOLL SANG..

SHE SANG UNDER THE MOONLIGHT..

AS THE PEOPLE SLEEP ETERNALLY..

SHE SANG WITH UNEXPLAINED SADNESS..

SHE SANG WITH A MELLOW TONE..

AS THE LIFE OF EACH VILLAGER IS DRIFTING AWAY..

FOR SHE KNEW THAT WHEN THE MORNING COMES..

NO ONE WILL COME TO HER.. AND ASK HER TO SING..

NO ONE WILL BE THERE TO LISTEN..

NO ONE WILL BE THERE TO SMILE FOR HER...

AND MORNING CAME..

EVERYTHING FELL......

a/n: short.. =__=" ciao~