My heart began to be scorched, and there was a smell of it. It was the end of my dream, and the start of everything. What you adored looked beautiful to me. It became even brighter because I couldn't reach it. The broken pieces of your dream pierce my heart leaving the pain that I should never forget. Everyone has sacrificed something and gotten something new in return. Even so, if there is anything I can always be proud of, it's you. Do you remember the first day we met? You tilt your head down shyly and your eyes kept turning back. I wonder when such a manner became so dear to me. It makes me feel a little nostalgic. Don't you feel so? And I remember the summer festivals I had often been to where we held fast each other's hand not to be separated. Everything was shining, nothing to fear and I was pursuing nothing but the beautiful dreams. We talked overnight about our future and the moments. I felt they were so dazzling and precious. A few seasons have, passed under our legs. There was something I lost while I was growing up. But see, I have my dearest person now, next to me. If you'll laugh for me, even just a little, then there's still a reason for me to live here. If you'll search for me, even just a little, then maybe my living here will be accepted. The days we couldn't understand each other and parted, the days of tears, the days of smiling faces, whatever may happen and whatever you may be, I'll always be with you. If there were something I could give to you, it would be my unchanging, certain thoughts. You're here, and I'm here, forever, to the end of the earth. That's all. That's everything. The passing wind was so soft somehow. I will love you at this time tomorrow. It was a bright night. I was looking up at the stained sky so my tears didn't well up and fall. After something stopped that day, no matter how much I pray, I can't see a single star. Why can't people live as they wish? I remember I went to sleep late that night feeling uneasy and had a very sad dream. Beautiful things are sometimes sad things. I sense the farewell that has been long coming. It's strange I feel so lonely at night only because you are not here. The phone started to ring in the morning, breaking the silence and the premonition became a reality leaving an unfading scar on my heart. You became a star by yourself. When I was heartbroken, who stayed by my side? On whose shoulder did I shed my tears? With whom did I share my joy? With whom did I hold hands? Sayonara, you have gone to the place where we can never meet again. I can't accept the coldness of the eternal parting. Does this voice reach you? Does it ring in your heart? I wish I could have heard from you that I had certainly been loved by you, only once, even if it had been a lie. I break out of the black line and look upwards, thinking of the sky I once saw. The sorrow I had thought to be endless came to an end. The season has changed, I feel bitterly cold. When you see someone worse off than you, you feel a little relieved. When you see someone happier than you, you quickly become impatient. But sometimes you realize just how pitiful you are and you crash into reality. Lights and shadow are really the same things. If you close your eyes, you can see them on your own, see?? Both the sadness in happiness and the hope at the end of pain. I will never forget that first day of summer. The sky kept on weeping instead of me this year. The old wound left on me begins to ache. I hide my trembling heart again and pretend to smile. I feel as if I was living in the continuation of the dream and I can't even cry now. The only thing I could do at that time was to really try turning my back on love. I felt I knew the meaning of love a little after I had met you. If I can finish my penance some day, if I'm forgiven some day... But I have no right after all that to tell the definition of happiness. Sayonara, even my last words don't reach you. I'm made to realize the coldness of the parting. I wish I could have heard from you that you never regretted the days we had spent together, only once, even if it had been a lie. How far away will you go? Is it so far away that you can never come back? No matter how far apart we are, we are still under the same sky; don't forget that we are both traveling to the place we once dreamed of. Everybody is a traveler, who is carrying his own never-healing wounds and wondering about in search of LOVE. We travel this road to find happiness. Why did you do it this way leaving memories only to the very end? The sky I looked up at was beautiful I thought of you. I wished I could walk with firm steps facing forward like you. I want to see you, I want to see you. Your smiling face in my memory is just too kind. I won't forget any of the final tears you gave me. At the end of this long path, what will we think?? Remember that even when you feel crushed by the weight of the world, there is someone out there who loves you. I'm walking on today looking at your back as a guidepost to live. People think of love as a station at which the train doesn't stop. But we had a departure station and an arrival station. Yeah, that's right. Love isn't an illusion. Dreams will surely come true. There will be a ray of hope. Yes, if we believe so. Things arenÂft random. Maybe everything is inevitable. Well, I know better than anyone else that a happy ending never suits me. Please tell me this is only the story of the continuing dream and that I'm not yet awake.