Her Story

She dims the light, yet she starts to write

Never in my life, I have a feeling like this
a feeling toward a man that appeared never less than perfect
a man who painted good memory after good memory
a man of his words
life with him in my days was no different than living a fairy tale

then, before I realized that fairy tale never made well into reality
I could not stop this feeling from growing
growing and getting stronger day by day
and now that he's gone, his memory lives on

she smiles and whispers to the stars
"please cherish him for me, and his memory cherishes me"


My Room, Kyoto, 2 May 2009