I hang the stars and bury my anger,
The jade cup is filled with fragrance.
The wind and rain are roaring,
Drowning the last breath of hope.
If you long for power and power,
And what I long for,
But I will grow old with you with my soul.
If you long for justice and responsibility,
And what I long for,
But he picked up his wand and followed him.
[CP to be determined, not the Holy Mother, not Mary Sue, from generation to generation]