My dear child...

You may have died alone,
             but loneliness does not last forever...
You may have been forgotten in death,
             but do not fret, someone will remember you...

So come! Prepare for that day.
       Wear your finest gown
                so your return may be glorious
       Come and grow your hair long
                so that even dieties may be jealous
       You shall be dressed with the stars of the sky and the gems of the moon
                so you may hide in the heavens
        I give you wings of the softest feathers
                so you may search for those who remember you...

        ... and so they may comfort you...
        ... when your search shall fail...

And I give you the name Wasuremono
              -forgotten-
so that you shall truly become one of us...

... one who was forgotten...

... and is not to be remembered...