• Daring is my friend,
    Dashing here and there,
    Adventurous is my friend,
    She's pouncing here and there.


    My friend follows me everywhere,
    she doesn't seem to have her own wishes.


    I look behind me at noon,
    she's become long and slender.

    I look behind at night when there are no lights,
    where has my friend gone?


    Time goes on through the day,
    she changes her position behind me.

    Why, she has my short black hair.


    Her body is a black-grayish tinge,
    she wears balck shirts, black pants, black shoes.


    She has no desire for any other color.

    But even she has a temper like me.


    When I pound my fists she does too,
    when I dram a sword she does too,
    insted it is black,
    not the bronze I know of.

    She is a shadow of time.