At the time when she was born in the marsh,
she was a frog, she was mean, 
she was in the night of the nightmare,
she was in the middle of the darkest mountain, 
she was in the strange world behind the time, 

anytime,  anywhere, 
the stars of the nearest sky, the narrow moon shining in the dark,
the eyes of black cat gleaming in the pitch black velvet luster,
the fairy tales in the white pages lighten by a glimmer,
are always there, by her side stealthily.