It's been two whole years since you left,
Yet sometimes, without meaning to, I still hear your sweet laughter.
When I wander along the city wall, wrapped in the roots of old trees,
I can still see your shadow hiding behind one of them.
When I'm alone, I always feel you're right behind me, coming closer to give me a hug.
Half real, half illusion, neither here nor there,
My eyes grow hazy with tears, and my heart is a tangled mess.
It turns out,
I still love you so very much...
