• Her kimono flutters in the cool night air,
    She quickly runs a comb through her jet black hair.
    She looks to the river,
    Searching
    For what should have been there.

    Her love floats away in the eddy and flow,
    But she doesn't stare.
    No.

    She throws on a jacket for the cold night air,
    Sloppily braids up her mousy brown hair.
    She looks to the river,
    Searching
    For what could have been there.

    Her tears swim away in the eddy and flow,
    Of the river that isn't there.
    No.