The Night Watchman Without a Shadow

I was never born for anyone.

All I can think about is the pair of hands he reached out to me with at the end.

A promise, a memory, or something else?

It hardly matters if my name and my life cease to exist.

With hearts so restless and unsettled,

perhaps I was already forgotten long ago.

This world is filled with lies.

To say we can live forever, or even make it to tomorrow, is nothing but a wish.

Only sweet words, while those we love cannot stay by our side.

But why did I meet you...?