One day, when I looked in the mirror, I no longer recognised myself. At what point did I become alienated?

Why do I choke just because I exist when I really should be full of harmony? If only you were the same as me...

You were my life. That's why I couldn't understand why you left me. I couldn't understand why summer had left behind this dark winter.

You stand outside your old house, and everything looks the same. You can almost feel the dried up tears from that day you found the dead bird. But don't think about that. Not now.

I sometimes try to forget those summer days with you. But when I close my eyes at night, it feels as if I'm back.

Was she really that special? Or was I blinded by her light?