The war is almost over
If you ask
No, I don’t regret it all
Because you’ve been my inspiration
Well it’s not totally over
For everything is a process and not a smooth, linear one
Some scars you made are ugly yet theb reminder of your presence
You cut off the connection with me like I’m the evil villain
Left me wondering along my healing journey
Am I really bad to you?
Am I the bad guy?
Or is it me in your version of story?
Whatever it is, whatever you consider to do
Whenever I think of you,
I always want to remember your kindness
So I can keep my mind in peace
“I address a nostalgic poem, reflecting upon my expired past;
When I realize those terrible days- those horrid dreams…were really the beginning, they seem so far away
Our flowers will surely wilt one day, returning to the circle of life —
Filled with suffering — grieving and moaning, but never dying out…even when starved of sunlight
The seasons revive, one after another.”
Note:
The title is the translation from a song “Kisetsu wa Tsugitsugi Shindeiku” by Amazarashi, and the last paragraph was translation of a part of the song too