In the last hour of my life,
the moon burns scarlet
and I wonder why it is that now
that I finally long to live, not merely survive.
Must I say “goodbye”?

In the fleeting moments we lived,
the parting in our paths connected
and our futures came together
an inevitable coincidence, as the two worlds collided.
my heart echoes, “hold on, we’re so close”

Neither the angels up above nor the demons down below
could ever sever my soul from yours
I will reach you...