Tarry a while o! Friend, feel not threatened.
By the quirk of fate I have landed in a distant land, with a strange language, unknown faces and roads that lead not to you.
Alone, but yet not so
Weren’t we like the Siamese twins, joined at some undefined point
We’re not our ancestors the same,
And look at the hillock that is home to both-our goddess and your peer.
Weren’t they our common guardians?
Didn’t the worshipers bow their
Head In reverence to both, when they opened the wish strings tied on their latticed windows?
I may breathe a different air, or speak a language you wouldn’t understand but remember my friend each time a light is snuffed out, each time you are in pain; my heart weeps the tears of blood.
With each death, each falling star, each wail of thine, something in me dies, for aren’t we joined at some undefined point.
