Kanashimi

Il pleut in my room
À petit gilr is disheartened
With an arrow in her kokoro
Who will stop the rain?
Now her sky is frost
And the lune glace is reflected
In the kodoku of my room,
Where are going her salad drops?
I´m staring at the sadness
Of her hitomi and I can realize
Of the deeply kanashimi in her glance.
I watched from the window
Her kokoro was bleeding
And she went down on her kness
With her soul halve.
Each pearl that slides
In her check, is shinning
By the hikari of the moon.
Every cristal that borns into
Her kokoro will die upon
Her rose little lips.
Ce´st soir is icy.
Kudasai erase this sorrow
And take away this fog
That surrounds this little tenshi.