ROUTE 01

Even after years, the shadow doesn't fade;

It only invites more emotions

I crouched, and I drew alone

I sighed as I sat on my desk. Ah, the nostalgia of the past. Just when I thought I would never feel it anymore.

Under a blazing sun, on a hilly road,

We walked, blurry figures,

The summer heat was left in my eyes

"Don't mind me,"

"Just go off somewhere,"

And I brushed your hand away

"I won't go,"

You said to me,

And grabbed mine back

"You're so annoying!"

I walked a little bit ahead,

Without looking back

"What's your real heart?"

I remember America. He was my colony. Please note the use of past tense. I didn't want him to leave. Yet I push him away. How ironic.

With things like "wisdom," I can't look forward;

There's no reason, so I keep rotting

If only things could be wound back...

As many years pass, I won't die,

Always proclaiming hopeful ideas,

Even though naturally, you're still not here...

They say you get wiser by age. That is sometimes true, but in my case, it's not true.

Saying "I don't care, go die, go die,"

I grab my wrist and curse

I can't do anything, so I just casually

Indulge in life

"If the summer can show us dreams,

Let's go to before you were taken away..."

The days I hid out of shame light up the air,

Scorching my mind...

I wish I could wind back time using magic. Sadly, even magic is not strong enough to reverse time.

I smiled sadly as I walked into the World Conference.

A boy at the age of 18

Waited somewhere again

It's a blurry silhouette, but

He remembers the shape

On a campus clear under a blazing sun,

You were smiling again

Again you said "let's play,"

And gently swayed...

"OY, IGGY!" A jolly voice said. I hid the smile. I would be happy if he went back, but I would still be happy if he is happy, so why not?

ROUTE XX

"I'm worried," says an awkward face

Some neighbor wouldn't understand;

Stop pretending to be so sad

Let's keep living faint and unnaturally today,

Let's keep to yesterday's pace,

So I won't forget your warmth...

I rolled over in my bed. It had been centuries already since he left me. I can't help but still feel an aching pain in my chest. I sighed and wiped my eyes.

If I'm wishing for a dream that can't come true,

Then I'll just embrace the hurt past,

And have a dream I won't wake up from

As if naturally, I secluded myself...

"So you can't even see tomorrow, then?"

I'm perfectly fine with that...

I sighed and I grabbed the scissors that was in my table. I chuckled at my cowardice of not doing this earlier. I grabbed the scissors and waited for my demise.

I stain my hands to kill off the boring days,

Because I chose to be "alone"...

A rotten, 18-year-old youth

Was praying another day

Your colorful smile still

Clings to him...

To the blazing sun I muttered, "Just take me with you, somehow";

And my breath quietly stopped...

The voice of "Can you hear me?" vanished,

And I somehow understood the reason

I reached out to the summer warmth...

Under the blazing sun, a youth

Had wished to stand in the "then"

Your summery smile still

Was unchanging...

"I died. I'm sorry," you say;

"Shall I say "goodbye"?", you say;

Don't say such lonely things, don't go away

The silhouettes stood by,

And they watched me...

ROUTE 01

I smirked as I yelled at America. For being the lovable idiot he is.