I took my feet to, Shimoyoshida Station (下吉田駅) Waiting for the train to go to Odaiba, between the cold snow that began to fall followed by the cold of a you who left me cruelly. Either the universe deliberately designed all this cruelty or my mindset about accepting this fate is wrong. All I know now is that there is only a cold that pierces deeper among the foreign wilderness. Suddenly the train came, I started to enter the train hoping to leave the station platform which was covered with snow as soon as possible

In the past, the station platform was an interesting place to be with you, it\’s ironic that the platform usually only tells about me and my selfishness watching people passing by and saying goodbye. This time it feels like I\’m looking at myself who already lose you and more irocnicly without saying goodbye

I look out of windows and the snows remind me about the moment \”Saying how I always loved you darling And I always will\”. Yes it always \”will\” until in the end losing you is the real ending. Sometimes love is like slicing an onion, so often we cry coz of it. The worst thing is not crying but feeling pain but we are forced to smile because of it. Do i look happy now without you? but you say \”if one day we separate that\’s our happiness, if we\’re together it\’s also our happiness\”

Your last words are \”happiness is a space that must be filled either live and together or apart because of death\”

\”Sayonara\”