The call was made; perhaps we
won't see each other again.
Will you take away fond memories of this place?
I'm just kidding! I know you won't even remember my face.
But perhaps...
...
Just.
...
Don't forget.
Nothing here, nothing there.
Itβs as if you didnβt even care.
Isnβt it beautiful?
Our world keeps spinning,
even though you didnβt care from the beginning.
Are you crying? Why? Isnβt this what you wanted?
Your indifference had consequences, take that for granted.
What was that?
Did you hear it? It sounded like some melodies.
But that's nonsense; from here on out, you'll only
encounter enemies.
In that case, and if I'm right, get ready for combat; you never know when you
might run into a nasty
cat.
Me? Know the truth? Of course I do!
But share it and bring about change in the world? Oh, no, no, no!
Perhaps I lack the words, or the strength
or perhaps,
simply,
I don't want anything to change.
* (1, 2, 3, there was something beautiful here; over time, it withered. Perhaps it was because of me? Or him?)
* (4, 5, 6, but then you start to wonder: can a flower wither if it never even sprouted?)
* (There is a demon loose in the woods; people know it, so they don't ask who.)
* (Perhaps, if you do nothing about it and don't let people know the truth, will the demon be only him? or you.)





