An Elegant Crimson Night
In the moonlight, She sits on the wooden bridge. Water, so calm, Her legs hanging above. Wind, so silent, Is it safe? Her midnight-blue kimono, Embroidered with pearls. Her long, straight silver hair, Shining like stars. Flute in hand, She raises, to her lips, Her eyes glistening like the moon, Focused like a wolf's, A look of pity and justice, Her slender fingers, Gracefully playing the flute. A beautiful melody, A painful cry, Dissolving in the dead of night, The melody, continuous.