#75

<transcripted>

"Come on, now. I have lost someone.

Not so long time ago, I had a lover. She was...

Beautiful.

She was... The breeze and the sunshine in the middle of the woods.

Sh-She was... The smell of the forest after a rainstorm.

She was... Calm, soft, yet evil haha.

She was... The moonlight for the sheperds. The water of the lost.

She was everything I have loved in this world.

One day she... Became sick. She... I... She lost her <intelligible>... 

Her eyes were no longer full. They were empty. She was no longer the breeze, she didn't remember her name.

She didn't remember my name.

No one knew what happened to her. She was sick for almost a month. And then... She let herself go.

She didn't know who I was...

I pleaded her to stay with me, hoping that some day she would come back. But she was no longer there. She wasn't there.

So she left. And with her, a part of myself.

So, you see... We all lose our loved ones. And the worst part of it is that we are still alive.

Like, we would never die, because a part of us went with them."