My Weeping Willow Fairy

The sky, ice blue and cold

Pitch dark forest

Lingering and suffocating fog

When the rain starts to pour

Driplets on my face, driplets on my eyelashes

When does the fairy come?

The Weeping Willow Fairy, will stop me from pondering

Stop me from getting lost

The driplets turn ice blue, as the sky

Behind me, She's coming closer

Embraces me with an everlasting and ever-welcoming hug

Fear me not, For I am who you've waited for, said the Fairy

Ice blue sky turns pitch black

And with light beaming from all the swarming fireflies

The sky, pitch black and warm