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.
