Sweet sorrow
As the bleeding moonLeaves our mother home
As the scarlet moon
Searches for its own
Blood is divided
Brothers separatedParting words are traded
Hidden tears are shed
Memories of the childhood kind
Brought back in mind
One follows the people of their father
The other chooses the race of their motherAlways, forever and ever
Distance between them becomes greater
Parting is said to be sweet sorrow
But that will change on the morrow
Their separation a bittersweet lime
Til the end of time
