Goodbye Without Meeting Again

From spring to winter, only a year has passed. Waiting and longing can last a long, long time. Every blossom is destined to wither one day. I sit quietly beyond the glass wall, with you, with her, with me, all forgetting one another just across the way. A satellite strayed from its orbit drifts through the vast, barren universe. It spends a lifetime of effort trying to rewrite the past. Memories, muddled and confused. In this game of searching and forgetting, who has left whom behind? With the threads of fate severed, who has left whom behind?