If my thoughts could keep you alive, I'd never stop thinking of you.
If I could take on these injustices, I'd go through hell to save you.
If I could just say, "Goodbye, I love you."
I'd never stop thinking of you.
I remember a time when my face was full of vitality and my eyes full of innocence.
I remember when suppressing thoughts to feel comfort was just a null concept.

Back then, the world felt as if it was colored warm by rubies and emeralds.
This absence is real and it leaves me shattered.
Then her lungs failed, as she exhales grey and everything turns black and white on me.
Grandmother, my grand protector, my shield and sword was gone.
This is in honor of you.
This is in hopes that I will break the infinite silence that separates us.
This absence is real and it leaves me shattered.

Death is the great divider, but in memories true kindness still shines through.
And in nothingness we can still find meaning,
because in nothingness the lives we've loved will never be forgotten.
Every bond still means something now, as it will years from now.