Midsummer burns out her mid-spring, my dear, please let her grow freely
Death is nothing more than a new beginning. In the end, people will forget my existence because I am just one of the many living beings.
Roses bloom buds to celebrate their own new life, and butterflies that live and die will also be full of hope for it.
Poor girl, we are all people who refuse to burn and rot in life. We are all people who want to go to death in a grand yet deserted way.
So please let me walk through the silence without leaving even fear, let the world continue, let the sea kiss the beach as before
To
You who are reading the letter
Purpose: Protect the people I love