Cold wind breeze slow and bare
Sincere silence creeps into the atmosphere
Pure tranquil fills the air
Dark horizon gives off the stare
The remnants of a wounded pair
Once connected with a simple prayer
Yet now, he still sits eagerly there
Protects the dimension with honest care
Standby patiently while fully aware
As far as she went off somewhere
And face more the life absurd and unfair
It will always be a place to share
To rest, to heal, or just to shed a tear
Real world or hidden dimension, he doesn’t care
She’ll be back or not, he just prepares
If the cared ones need him in some year
As for all the pain she still bears
He believes, nothing is beyond repair