Sleep, dear. Close your eyes, dear. I'm right here, I've never left.
She sits on a broken piano near the edge of the world, with lilies weaved in every hole in her delicate dress. The grass is dappled with the shadows of clouds, and petals bounce amongst soft winds.
She sings songs that only she finds the time to listen to. Her home is a bunch of old stereos and tall flowers that stand strong against the soft but firm winds.
Her only companions are the petals that blow off of neighboring trees, showering and carpeting the ground in candy pink.
She likes to think of herself as a new generation, but she's just the girl with the green hair who is lonely and strong.
She instead continues her little legacy amongst rabbits who care to listen, and enjoys life with tear-stained smiles.
Because she is the strongest girl in the world, and the bravest one of them all.
end.
Barely a drabble for one of my favorite vocaloids. I really like Len, as well, ahah...
I'm off to go write another fic~
/flees