Bye my darling, for I must leave. My heart shall blossom on the tallest trees. For now the cherry blossoms might as well rot. But my dear, my love will not.

I apologize for my terrible deeds, for being stupid and being a reed. But for now my beloved, I must pass by. As I slowly fade away once I float to the sky.

Just a reminder for when you may be discouraged, through your pain will you flourish. Even with me gone and unable to help your bad days, I’ll belong in your heart and help you find a way.

And once faced with the sharpest of blades, do not worry, even if my empty shadow casts a shade. Stare down to the place where I’ve been stabbed. I’m sorry my love, but I must pass.

3000 years after the world basically collapsed into pieces. You may think we rebuilt ourselves but we were never able to. Everyone had to resort to either being a trash collector or home builder. It’s the only way to pay bills. After the big disaster, the world just became a burning pile of rubbish. At least humans are still alive. After the disaster, we thought all hope would be lost, but it is still lost or will we eventually find happiness again?

I can demonstrate the feeling of pain easily. It’s what I have felt my whole life. The most heart-crushing, most bone-breaking hurt ever felt. Pain often would incapacitate my thoughts, clog my brain. No matter where I would turn, no one could help, no one could relieve me. Rather than trying to find help and get rejected dozens of times, I find it easier to solidify myself, tearing myself away from anyone and anything i’ve ever loved. Being alone in a battle can destroy your dignity, it can burn your body like a raging flame. I guess it’s a good thing I like playing with fire.