In Memories

When I was but a little girl, I thought,
what if I did not want it to be the last, but you did?

Nee, did you manage to hear my voice?
That time, when you asked.
What did you think of?

But you know, this time, if our paths ever cross each other again,
I would always take it as my last,
and whatever you want it to be,
it's fine.


This is ridiculous,
people tell me that.
But that's fine too,
for you are mine,
in my memories.