I know the ending, but I still want to continue.
Why, looking at your back, my heart aches?
One day I will understand that everything is just my imagination.
You are a beauty that I cannot touch, and I am leaving your world step by step.
If you find out that the humble one knows me, can you pretend not to know and let me continue to be that proud swan?
Looking at your fading back, I can only sigh. The only choice is to wait quietly aside.
For many years, there has been someone else around me, but after all, "he" is not you.
Conception: