Her clear images often fade into a windy pose in the every night this lowly one dreams about her. This one here wishes to remember her and do everything she had done for me... but this useless one cannot... and the only rembrance in her windy images, of her lovely face, marks deeply on this clumsy one's undeserving face...

Tomoe... why had this useless one not done all of which was promised to my love... why had this useless one not given any comfort for you, but only allowed your tears to trinkle with the falling of the beautiful white plums and your symbol... and watch your warm smile icily disappear with the passing of every breeze...

Tomoe... Tomoe...