• Like rain drops of a rose,
    Life seems so beautiful,
    only when one finds the thorns,
    the lies,
    do we relize what we are in.

    drip drip drip drip
    goes the sky,
    "Please don't cry,
    I'll try to be better,
    Don't cry."
    The last Words of Them

    Mourning for the Lost of Them,
    the fairy dances to the beat of the tears dropping.

    Flying, spining, leaping, and diving,
    The Fairy of Rain cries with the sky for Fate.