The smell of fresh rain
Makes her shiver
She sits in vain
Like a waterless river
Seeming like the pillar
Crying with tears
Her cry is something
Cephiro hears
Zagato won't listen
She weeps some more
Until her heart
Becomes unbearably sore
Emeraude tears flow
Hoping the Knights' know
It is for Cephiro's best
That her life be put to rest