A distant cry..... 
From whom 
I perished for? 
No..... You are born..... .....the winterburden 
I bled your tears once. 
If only I could wither, 
You, That 
May Wither 
A distant cry... 
From what 
I perished for? 
No.... It was born... 
The winterburden. 
I bled its tears once... 
Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of your thoughts. 
So I cry..... 
I cry not only for my spirit in its living shell. 
But for the ones who used the lust for me.