Moe

A retainer under the command of a noble idea.
Her footsteps have taken her far away from the home.
Aching in heart reminds of the past,
but the route she has taken is not the one that she can leave.

It was only
the thin thread of a cloud,
almost transparent,
leading me along the way
like an ancient sacred song.
Even at nineteen,
I had come to realize
that violets fade,
spring waters soon run dry,
this life too is transient. - Akiko Yosano