Goodbye

Goodbye

They stand,

Tall,

Proud.

Injured from battle,

Yet retaining their mighty honor,

Their glory.

Five young men,

The controllers of these great machines,

These Gundams.

Five young men,

Have come to say goodbye.

The war is over;

There is no more need for these machines,

Capable of mass destruction.

One has already fallen,

Destroyed by the effort taken

To regain peace.

One button is pushed,

Three vanish.

Gone,

Never to harm again.

Another button is pushed.

Another Gundam,

Gone.

Only a legacy remains,

Of the elite mobile suits.

Farewell,

May you rest in peace.