Upon the eve of that scarlet sky of old,
I repeat those visions of gold.
With the gorgeous sakura flying by,
In the handsome sky of wine,
With the sun itself forming a fine,
Golden yellow thin line.
Upon the eve of that scarlet sky old,
I repeat those visions gold.
Sinister, dark, cold, and weak,
Do these sad and lonely visions repeat,
The handsome wine stained upon your cheeks,
The fine sakura for your skin,
That golden thin line for that wonderful gold brown of your hair,
The sun itself your face fair.
Me and you could not see,
Yet we opened our eyes and found the key.
As I remember those visions of gold,
I watch the scarlet sky of old.
I breathe heavy as it all falls apart,
And those once hidden tears start,
And through that wake do I see,
The visions of the man I used to be.
The night before mine and my clan's terrible fate,
Would be our last secret date.
On that same night,
Spring of mild,
I was no longer to be considered a child,
I came into your room and held you dear,
And you t
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