Ah, can you hear me?

Do you remember the moment love began?

Do you remember the joy when the communicator finally did its job?

Do you remember the emotions we shared together?

The conversations we had all night and the sound of our laughter, which grew to resemble each other's, still linger in my ears.

The future we drew together every day and everything we loved. It will all become nothing more than fading memories now, but on the day I leave, please crown me with a wreath and decorate those memories.

Pitifully living on without a heart, I am looking at you, who feels like a phantom. Even if tears fall upon the records faded from frequent viewing, the light does not return.

Every time you went to sleep, you left me with a goodbye. I hated that more than death. I felt like that was the end for you and me.

Why does the end matter, you ask? It bothers me. The fact that things grow faint, and the fact that they disappear and vanish.

In a month, everything might stop. The relationship between you and me will end like a red light.

I want to avoid it, so desperately. Our farewell, I mean.

I want to leave, so desperately. From this star where time has stopped.

...I have some rather sad news to share today. The food supplies on the ship are almost gone. At most, I'll be able to hold out for a month.