Singing an entwining song of peace, forever snared in strife, a constant force of woe and anguish, a continuing tale of love .
He shall hide and protect me,
Just like clouds sheltering the moon,
In a hazy sky.
Princess, Princess,
Why are you scared?
In the far off reaches,
Of the highest mountains,
I hear the cries of a Demon boy.
That if women truely are as fickle,
As the phases of the moon,
Then surely, I shall capture and devour her.
Princess, Princess,
Why do you cry?
In a forest painted,
By the setting sun,
I made a promise to a Demon boy.
That when the full moon,
Ascends the sky in ten,
I'll become his bride.
Princess, Princess,
Why do you laugh?
Behind a veil of bamboo blinds,
The minister explains that he'll hide and protect me,
Just like the clouds do the moon in a hazy sky.
Princess, Princess,
Why are you scared?
In the far off reaches,
Of the highest mountains,
I hear the cries of a Demon boy:
That if women are truely,
As fickle as the phases of the moon,
Then surely I shall capture and devour her.
-Cresent Moon, by Haruko Iida
"Descendant of the princess. It's not pain and suffering I wish for you...it's death."
"I wish time would just stop..please stop."
Oboro: A Hazy moon, light, shadow, cloud or gaze. Something vague.
