As she sits in the rain,
She begins to think again,
About all the things that she has done,
The smiles, the tears, the battles she has won,
But she cannot get over one little thing,
That has brought sadness since the last spring,
Of her lost lover, dead over there,
That was murdered in despair,
But she keeps her head high,
And with solemn words, says goodbye,
She tries to live a life of happiness and joy,
By weaving dresses with the colors of the koi,
But, in the end, she is still alone,
And for that, no one can atone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem