On a certain year, month and day, I threw myself into the blooming flame with all my strength, burned it out, and fell. You shed thousands of tears, met me at that moment, and condensed with me into an eternal and solid moment.
Time stops, letting life carve it. I curl up in your strong and gentle package. No matter life or death, no matter long or short, no matter cold or warm, I will always be in your heart.
I'm afraid that if I lose the disguise you gave me, I will die^
I'm still afraid, is it me when you meet me, or is it me who has solidified? If I escape, will it be me? Is it me you recognize?