My love, my life, my everything, my all. My depth, my soul, my heart's core, my only one.

I hurt to let you go, and I fear you will hurt if I let myself go. In the end, no matter what choice is made, the fact that only pain remains is so cruel.

In the past, you appeared to my broken self as my only light. And I, appearing to your broken self, was your only hope.

We, who believed we couldn't be loved, couldn't love, couldn't be happy, and couldn't make each other happy— Why were we so joyful just living by relying on one another? Back then, we didn't quite realize it.

We, who thought we would be eternal, who thought we'd be together for a lifetime, We, who never even properly imagined having to be apart,

If we had known even a little that the reality we'd someday face would be this tragic, that the end would be this cruel, would we have been able to be hurt just a little less?

I could offer my everything to you, but I hope you don't do the same for me. I want you to give your all to someone who isn't me, and become someone's everything.

The wish that I, who loved you, couldn't fulfill— I desperately pray that someone who will love you someday will fulfill it instead.

I wish this reality were a lie. I wish someone would tell me that all of this is false, that this fact was just a scenario, that it was merely a play.

Wash white clothes and colored clothes separately, don't dry the clothes you liked in the sun for too long, don't put off the dishes just because you're full, and put things back where they belong after using them. Make sure to eat three meals a day, take your medicine at the right time, don't endure the pain and go to the hospital if you're sick, don't stay up late, don't drink too much alcohol, rest instead of pretending to be okay when you're tired, weep if you want to weep, scream as much as you want if you want to scream, and even if someone at work makes things hard for you, don't keep it in your heart for too long.

Even if you miss me, endure it just a little, Even if you long for me, bear it just a little, Even if I'm not there, don't give up on everything.

Because even in a life without me, I want you to keep living.

You are the person who was more of a protagonist in my life than I was. Someone who shines endlessly, who is insanely precious, and whom I love so much it takes my breath away.

If we can meet again in the next life, I want to be born as a healthier person. As someone who doesn't make you hurt, not as someone who wipes away your tears, but as someone who creates your laughter. Then, I want to stay by your side for a long time, and be the person who protects you until the end.

My love, who was far too good for me. In the next life, and the life after that, even after countless centuries pass, so that I can find you and follow, leave your traces, your scent, your lingering warmth upon my path. So that I can reach you again without getting lost, so that I can go to meet you once more.