Virago

Keep the leaves of yesterday, Tucked up in old books...

When the winds are grey, Open them up to look...

Let the heartbreak stay, Let the memories bloom...

When you are too old to dream, They will fill up your empty room...

Don't be scared of scars, Not all warriors wield swords...

When you lose a count of them, You will find them turned to gold...

Have the blessings of clan surrounding thyself...

When the hour gets darkest, it will guide oneself

Keep a branch of love, Blossoming near your breath...

When its time to go, You won't be afraid of death...