I couldn't know when it happens,
but felt something sorrow.
It was saturday night.
My,my sisters decrease its number.
Oh,my.

In the midst of trying to sleep,
I felt touch of Daemon.
It casts shadow of sorrow,
like a whisper of insect.
Oh,my precognition.

O sorrow,
Why dost borrow
The words from a mouring tonge?
O wrath,
Why dost borrow
The pleasure from a lion's eye?

I couldn't know when it ends,
but felt standing behind me.
It was monday morning.
My,my sisters decrease its number.
Oh,my.

O sorrow,
Why dost borrow
The maiden prime?
O wrath,
Why dost borrow
The silence from a green altar?

My,my sisters decrease its number.
My,my sisters decrease its number.
Oh,my.

And now I can't be sure of anything
but one thing is true.
No one be blame for this.
Despite not death;smile,rather,at its coming;
it is among the things that Nature wills.