Is this the life I dreamed of?
Or just an echo fading into sorrow?
When a heart bears the desire to love,
It will see hope, no matter what happens tomorrow.

But what is a life together if not borrowed memories?
A fragile patchwork of dreams that we keep near.
Each thread is a line in silent elegies,
Each sigh is a verse that the soul needs to hear.

Don't think that our body won't recall,
The love we embody in our wounds.
My trembling vow through the darkness calls,
A pasion that sews our souls together like sacred runes.

Your skin against mine will be the mark that remains,
After many years of enduring a lifetime of pain.
The pain I feel when your lips aren't pressing against mine,
Because my Chiaki, you are the psalm I will repeat for a lifetime.