I
THE BEGINNING
Purple, pink and yellow twist together.
Breaking out of black mist, the mute bird sings.
The cherry blossoms are carried over,
As in the bright silence the Earth begins.
She was a regular girl, nothing rare.
Naiive, idealistic and juvenile,
Lived in a dream of life and adventure.
She also witnessed the dawn inside.
Lightening strikes the quiecence of the morning,
Shaking the settled surface of her Rome.
Rip apart does the sky while adorning.
A calamity banishes her from home.
And in an instant, she is sent away,
An innocent Miss ne'er to return to bay.
