Perhaps so much happens every day in this world that even imagining oneself soaring through the clouds and looking down over the world becomes impossible. Candlelight plays against the shadows, trees stand sparse, and everything goes on repeating itself.
Ten miles of spring breeze, tenderness; a thousand miles of rosy light, clear skies. In this world, no more gentle light will enter my life.
Having seen the ocean, no other waters will do; all that remains is wasting away with longing.
Echizen Ryoma, from the age of sixteen to twenty-six, she spent her entire youth on you.
Echizen Ryoma, she was by your side for ten years. She loved you very much.
But
This is where she walks alongside you no further. Her love for you ends here, too.
Big cheers for the author (laughs:-D)