the shore, the sound of the bubbles
a song from the sea.
i saw your face rising from the waves
an onion face,
you asked me to give you a name.

we didn't talk much. 
only able to exchange words in the beginning or the end. 
and our talks were too short.
you heard a melody, it was an old one.
was it coming from below? maybe from the other side.
I've always wondered what lied beyond,
beyond the boundary where the water gets cold.

today, i went to see you again
but you weren't there.
not a sound, not a wave, not a face could be found.

onion-san,
now that your body
has vanished from the waters of HELL
let us pray
that your soul
finds its way back to HEAVEN.