Farewell Song

The moon hangs far above the graveyard, only because I must carry the morning sun, the arduous journey we have yet to complete. This poem is from "The Chronicles of the Fire and the Wanderer," Part One, Volume Two, Chapter Fifty-Eight. The treacherous path in search of the Raphael Sacred Stone is strewn with blood, as one brave wanderer after another falls in the trials of the Dawn Divine Realm. The living are filled with sorrow, yet they must grit their teeth and persevere, to reclaim the victory they long for, to ensure that the sacrifices of their comrades who face death without fear are not in vain. With tears in their eyes, they ignore the wounds bleeding in their hearts and their exhausted bodies... Stepping onto the final journey of life—those arduous paths we have yet to traverse... Forgive me, you lie before me, in an eternal slumber! Farewell, my beloved. I will no longer be able to share a knowing smile with you. Let this cold moon accompany you into sleep, unable to find peace. Like my feelings, filled with sorrow! Farewell, my comrade! Why is the sky so gray? Stepping onto the path again, the rain refuses to nourish the withered soul, farewell, my dearest friends! In this life, I will never see your smiling face again! How I long to feel your deep affection once more! Stepping onto the path again, the rain refuses to nourish the withered soul, farewell, my dearest friends! In this life, I will never see your smiling face again! How I long to feel your deep affection once more! Has your bold spirit faded with the wind? Farewell, my brother! The wind cannot penetrate the surface calm; I kneel on the edge of life and death, why is the earth so silent?

The moon hangs far above the cemetery at the edge of the sky

Only because I must embrace the morning sun

The arduous journey we have yet to complete

This poem is from the first part, volume two, chapter fifty-eight of "The Chronicles of the Firelight Ranger." The arduous path of seeking the Holy Stone of Raphael is strewn with blood, as one brave ranger after another falls in the trials of the Dawn Divine Realm. The survivors are filled with sorrow, yet they must grit their teeth and persevere, in order to reclaim the victory they long for, and to ensure that their comrades, who face death without fear, do not sacrifice in vain. With tears in their eyes, they ignore the wounds that bleed in their hearts and the exhaustion of their bodies... embarking on the final journey of their lives—those rugged paths we have yet to traverse...

Forgive me

You lie before me, in a deep slumber.

Goodbye, my beloved

I will no longer be able to share a knowing smile with you

May this cold moon accompany you into slumber

Unable to sleep

Like my mood, it is filled with sorrow

Goodbye, my comrade

Why is the sky so gray

Reembark

The rain, unwilling to nourish the withered soul

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In this lifetime, I will never again see your smiling face

How I long to feel your deep affection once more

Has your bold spirit faded away with the wind

Goodbye, my brother

The wind cannot penetrate the surface calm

I kneel on the edge of life and death

Why is the earth so quiet