He dreamed of beauty ever since.
He dreams of her every night.
When he closed his eyes, he saw clear, fresh water, the floating home of colorful fishes.
When he closes his eyes, he sees pale skin and pink lips, black hair and a red scarf which float in the wind.
Nice- looking cotton kept his body warm and made him feel save.
He feels soft hands moving across his skin, her arms which keep him close.
There were fine flowers painted on thin porcelain, which embraced a steaming liquid that smells like a world he did not know.
Fine red flowers are painted on the grass and embrace her shattered body, the red smells like the world he is used to live in.
He dreamed of a blue sky he wasn't able to see because of dirty stones and thick air which captured him deep down the ground.
He dreams of dark sanctuary he isn't able to reach because he is captured by the loss of his only refuge.
And there was hope, a faint sound of happy laughter. Friendship.
And there's nothing, no sound of happiness. No love.
He was a little boy, living between dirt and blood and crushed dreams.
"Captain Levi, she's dead, leave her behind!"
But there was a chance, a way out. He took it.
But there is the truth and he has to accept it. He turns.
There was a way to go. A path out of hell opened up.
There is a way to go. A way that leads from one hell into another one.
Beauty is fragile and this world's grip too strong.
She was beauty.