She is a poetess, pearled from the sea of cuteness,
writing poems that can dance and sing.
Stars and the moon are her favorite things.
She came like autumn in the heart of spring.
But now, she wishes to sail the seas alone,
leaving her memories in the twilight zone.
Before I could stop her, she flew,
a golden bird with silver wings,
to a land where it doesn’t even snow,
to a place I didn’t even know.