[OOC Board] - All the World's a Game

The first sky of the disappearing seasons
Blooming in red and dissipating in white,
It's a colorful ending...

———It's the end.
Vanishing senses, a circling flame
Ah, observing the seasons in a crooked cage.

White flowers bloom in the real world,
Absorbing many words that are blazed into the sky.
Just faces without features,
White hands sneaking past murmuring backs.

Red spider lilies have bloomed in the present world,
Finally burning and quietly singing a wish.
Crossing into his sky, silence colors the journey,
The scenery is observed from far away.

———It's the end.
In the frozen darkness, even the moonlight dies.
Ah, the sky I've gazed up at is an unknown color.

I believed his days had died forever,
A cry my heart goes out to in the wind of this vanished world.
I haven't forgotten fragments of those words,
White hands outstretched to murmuring backs.

Red spider lilies have bloomed in the underworld,
Burning on an ordinary night and singing tremorously without direction.
Continuing toward the end, the tone colors the journey,
Memories watched from a great distance.

Swaying, the boat goes forth
Swaying, shaking, going somewhere,
Too far away,
carrying countless memories on board.

In our field of vision we reflect the world
Many glances and stories intersect
While holding in your heart memories which bloomed profusely in the end,
Finally reaching the river bank.

Ah, even tonight is red; red spider lilies
Are burning in the underworld, tremoroously singing without end,
Coloring the terminal end, flowers standing still as if frigid,
Your demise is seen.

“Goodbye.”