Yggdrasil, although the river flows,

Our hearts, buried under,

Layers of dirt, it’s doomed,

Our ghosts, haunting us, forever,

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Why, because it must be here,

Our echo, they built,

The future on top of us,

So we must hold,

As long as the river continues to flow,

Till the branch extends,

Till it reaches its end,

The flower blooms,

It bears a fruit,

It runs it’s course,

It cycles,

We are but dew drops,

Leaves flowing on the river,

It flows, and it flows,

Sometimes, it settles…