One by one, in the moments before the break of dawn, the lanterns representing the many shrine maidens flicker to life.
The flames of faith spread—for those girls will surely see it through.
"They're beautiful..."
The gentle lights ward off the harsh winter cold of night. These pure souls, with thoughts of others close to their hearts, look off into dark distant mountains where the light no longer shines.
May the others find this beautiful warmth.
And may our prayers reach you two—so you may understand that those of us lighting these lanterns have not given up on you yet.
The flames of faith spread—for those girls will surely see it through.
"They're beautiful..."
The gentle lights ward off the harsh winter cold of night. These pure souls, with thoughts of others close to their hearts, look off into dark distant mountains where the light no longer shines.
May the others find this beautiful warmth.
And may our prayers reach you two—so you may understand that those of us lighting these lanterns have not given up on you yet.