I weep for you.

Because you are alone.

Because you have nothing.

Because you say you are fine, when your not.

Because I know you hurt yourself when no one is looking.

I weep for you,

I weep with dry eyes.

You tell me differently,

That you weep for me.

Because I am alone.

Because I have nothing.

Because I don't say I am fine, I don't even talk.

Because you don't know what I do when no one is looking.

But I weep for you.

For I have the Spirits to be with.

I have the woods and mountains to own.

I have the beasts of old to talk to.

And I have nothing to hide when no one is looking.

You have only walls with you.

You have only objects to own.

You have only stone faces to talk to.

And you only have knives to hold you.

I am sorry for you.

I pity you.

I weep for you.

I weep with dry eyes.

~Owari~