#second try!

Dear sweet child, blessed be Come, for now we must flee. Your father will succeed his task, No worries for I have his mask.

(Oh my love please forgive me, For my great lack in ability. I will somehow fill this ancient role Despite its great and heavy toll)

Kind child, look and see! Friends with food there shall be! Your mother will keep you safe, Let’s stop mourning, our hearts it will chafe.

(My dear husband I do decree, I thought your grave rather empty. I had only wished to return what was yours And become a motherly hunter to the core.)

My gentile child, do not hate this reality. Or the feathered birds enquiry. Go now as I do what I must, Return to the ones we must trust.

(Soulful Spouse, in heaven art be, I am afraid you shall too soon hold me. Though I wished to be her guardian. My family, did I fail again?)

Clever little clover, The doves grasp you were to flee! Please, tell me it is not you I see! Alas, the soon gore you must forgive! My last words to you: “Hinami… live.”