My eyes are wide,
But they're old.
I've seen it all,
And I'm far too bold.

At first glance,
You may snub me,
But if you give this old woma a chance,
I will show you things you can't imagine.

I've trained a punk kid,
Gave him some goals,
And a chance to live.
He is very special to me,

Yusuke Urameshi.

If I had a son,
It would be him,
I train him under the sun,
So that he'll survive the night.

He is my child,
My ture son.
He is very wild,
But his heart is kind.

This dear boy of mine.

He has a mother, I know.
Yet I beleive,
She's to drunk to know,
How great he truely is.

He is not the only one,
I care for,
There are several someones,
who touch my old heart.

A boy tall and proud,
Raises his hands,
Shouts outloud.

He is kind,
I have never seen,
one ogf his kind...

Heart is pure,
Made of Gold,
And I'm sure,
that he'll liveto tell,
Of all the great adventures he held.

His eyes are bright,
its a shame this kind soul,
lives to fight.

I know I am a parent to him,
For his parents are in the ground,
Thanks to a man in black's, sin.

I told him, before I died,
He had a good heart,
And to use it with pride,

He's a good boy, Kazuma Kuwabara.

These two are my children.

The ones I would have liked to have,
With the man I love,
One who I can never have...
again.

But maybe, when my days end,
I'll meet up with him,
And we'll be together again.

For now I'll sit here,
Silent and stable,
Calmly drinking my tea,
And I'll watch them,
Two young boys with their play.
I'll always think of them,
Even in Death...

So I ask you two,
Please...

Remember me.