A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears   reflecting the clouds that huddle together   the sky to protect from seeing the pain   Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts   Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead   ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket   oh, fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold   and tears...