Through miraculous forest, with low winds shifting,
There came a girl, tender, like a snowflake.
She had a magical beauty, her steps were delicate, silent,
Just as when a leaf falls.
She had a silky hair, with silver in it.
If her blood sheds, mystic flowers will rise from it,
If her tears touch the dead, it will recover the life to it.
She has a golden heart, and a kind soul.
Her name is Lynaria.
As when furious wolves came, with a gentle touch, she calmed down them.
When someone was sick, and wounded, she cured him.
If someone was weeping, crying, she helped it.
Her smile can cheer up a soul...
And her blue eyes like the oceans,
are like two jewels...