Year After Year [Drowning in Melancholy]

This heart is like the scattered sparks of a fire on the barren plains, lonely, yet still clinging to hope. And you are like a gust of wind. You only meant to pass by, yet you stirred the flames into a wildfire. The light flickers, but stubbornly refuses to go out.

I don't think I'll get the chance to say these things to you. I don't want you to worry because of them, either. In the end, I only hope you'll find more happiness.

-- A letter from Heaven