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I can't go back
no matter how much I miss it.
That time was definitely fun, but
that was then and this is now.

I remember how I've always
pulled the curtains in an awkward way.

Where are you?
Where have you gone?
You've gone on a long trip or something
with the most important person.

If it started with
something I said,
we can see our end. It couldn't
have been the beginning.

Like a child crying for something,
with all my strength, goodbye.

And I walk on.
I'll walk alone and see for myself,
with light shining on the path
you've abandoned.

People are sad.
Are they really?
I said they're happy, but
you can think that if you want to.

So I walk on.
You'll go too, won't you?
With light shining
on our two separate paths.