A ragged
Beggar
In One's
Retinue
Is a disgrace…
…
…
One has
One's pride.
So,
Why does
This One's
Heart,
A heart
That seeks
Only to
Die in
Battle
Surpassing
This One's
Incomparable
Father…
…
…
Why does
This One's
Heart
Soar
At the sight
Of a
Small
Human
Brat,
In a new
Kimono
Of Red
And white
Silk…
…
…
Which
This One
Gave
To her
Himself
This morning…
…
…
She runs
After
Yellow
Butterflies
As
Trivial
As herself,
Gathering
Daisies
In small
Hands
Stained
By
Sweet
Berries…
…
…
And
Why did
This One's
Heart
Plummet
When she
Paused
At three
Graves
In the
Tall grass,
Asking,
"Will you
Remember
Me
After I die?"