Adventure and destiny are one,

Circling together with some time.

Although his tenth life is almost done,

Saying he did not live would be a crime.

Adventure can be found within a box,

If only shared with the ghost of a friend.

With the love from himself his home he locks,

And sets out for adventure again.

Soon his lonely love will lose its power,

It is held up by a river and song.

In his past he depended on a flower,

She told him he wont be alone for long.

His suffering along with time will flow,

It ended with a sob, "I don't want to go."