To my dearest little sister;
unwavered by the wind's whisper.
As our steadfast beacon of light,
you have always willed with all might.
Hoping that we come ashore soon,
you have always been the high moon.

To my dearest little sister;
unwavered by the wind's whisper.
As our steadfast beacon of light,
you have always willed with all might.
Hoping that we come ashore soon,
you have always been the high moon.