Pure light streams from them.
Your tear hits like a bullet.
There is no salvation from your tears.
You are as dear to me as a sister
I will never be able to forget you.
I am not afraid of the winds with you.
You say – I will run to hell.
I make it clear, though not always
In the world, you are the most precious to me
And I feel happiness in my soul when
I hear your cheerful laughter.
I am always happy to forgive you
Even if you burn me in the fire.
Perhaps, I am not your brother.
But you have become like a sister to me.
There are few people on earth
Whom I value as much as myself.
But you have long been among them.
Little one, I love you.