To myself...
After around a thousand years.
I can finally break away from these lonely feelings.
Even if not forever.
Even... if not... forever.
This weak heart.
I can finally tear off its heavy shell.
There is not even a grave inside.
Not even... a grave.
Living amongst mankind, and still feeling sorrowful.
I hear there is always a cure.
There is a cure.
Greeting each new day with feelings of happiness.
Love is the meeting.
The separation.
It is a transparent piece of cloth.
おそれざん Revoir
おそれざん Revoir