I gaze upon the floor that covered thee,
Colder than the tomb stone lies below me,
A soul so poor and sweetest that I have knew,
That shall never again live -that I rue,
Yet the thought of thee cannot see me no more,
Gladden my hollowed heart that clamor,
And if thy abode is in a haven far away,
The hostile Sphere can't hurt thee day by day,
I gaze upon the dried flowers above the tomb,
Before I decided to return to my home,
Now I gaze upon the body that I have left,
And finally be reunited to myself.
