One day, I had a vision.
A vision that you never died.
But then, that vision slowly started to slip away.

Day after day passed. I thought to myself,
"She'll be okay. She'll get better."
...I didn't want to face the fact that you were slowly leaving me behind.

I wanted to hold you in my arms that day.
But it was too late.
I was alone in the world.

Was it really time for you to leave me?
If we only had a few more moments together...
Would the pain of remembering you soothe my cold heart?

I lost myself on that day. I don't know where it went.
When you left, I searched for you. Hoping that you were still here.
...until I realized, that you weren't coming back.

You left. But I still love you.

You left me, and now you're gone.

But I'm still searching.