The fragrance of Spring fills my body.
With a new spring in my step, I walk across the newly formed roads.
The earth has regrown.
You frolic in the emerald grass,
She flies high above the trees.
Just as the mother loves the child,
As the tree loves its flowers,
People, the blind thing called trust,
I, you.
Halla passes her rough hands over the ground.
The destruction of Devils has led to the destruction of the earth,
So Halla blooms new flowers,
New trees, branches reaching far past the clouds for her sister,
Roots traveling to the Depths for her elder brother,
And blossoms floating through the air for the youngest,
Halla would remember.
Memories bound tightly within the walls of her heart
Halla sinks to her earth
And weeps.
I, the People-Water,
Betrayer of Old,
Linger on paths for longer than I should.
I have broken free of my chains,
She has flown free from her cage,
And You run free from your Devils,
Our bindings orthodox ways of Old,
We have escaped.
A new era must begin.