I see her again,
She stands by the window,
So pale is her hand,
She"s mournful, like widow.

She forces her way
Through crowds of the faceless,
But still she became,
As they, silent, faithless.

But her voiceless cry
Reflects, like an echo
In depths of their eyes,
The eyes of the Draco.

It cannot be seen,
But still, it goes by,
When changes begin,
It"s hard to survive.