Voices from the forest, from the abyss Sounds like whispering a heavy dark Veil is looming In silence, with certainty Standing on the hill under the moonlight Pondering the hidden end of a story Is it happiness or sadness? One day, the sky turned reddish-black As the legend goes Everything was messed up It's Merciless, and thoroughly Birds chirp lively in the morning Children's playful laughter always flowing Beloved days were stolen away Finding myself at crumbling gravesite Pondering the last chapter of the story Wish for happiness. Yes, happiness