I meet you, and, 9 years. You were going to have rescued your life, and I was here, but was that a correct answer? You who gave up only when dying were you, but was the pain through which you live given to you?
If there are real love and true destiny in this world, while you and I live, it would be tied sometime.
The moon waxes, and I always think of you in a lacked night sky.