This is my last transmission, my final salutation,
Like rivers of clear crystals, my tears flow ever onward,
Out beyond the dark of night,
A lantern strikes the gloom,
Wildflowers of purple and blue bloom.
In my eyes see this tale true,
In the gardens under this eve, you’ll be doomed,
When the moonlight strikes,
See us all die.
Finally, I bring light from the grand beyond,
Now open your crying eyes,
Witness the grand rebirth,
From the sky, a rain of diamonds come forth and greet the hungry dirt.
Se us now in this hour, the dawn is rising,
Our petals grace you with the kindest kiss forever cursed by night.