• Bitter cold but bitter sweet,
    Ever gone and of her feet.

    Sometimes really hard to chase,
    Hiding in the shrouded place.

    On every mountain there is dew,
    Blocking the most cherished view.

    Mystifying, hidden, shy,
    Kasumi Mist will pass you by.

    Never there when you look,
    Upon the crystal running brook.

    Search through day and night,
    But fog will cover your plain sight.


    Mystifying, hidden, shy,
    Kasumi Mist will pass you by.