Still, this is what I thinkÂ…
I would rather live on, carrying
the memory until the end.
Because, even if itÂ’s a sad memory...
Even if itÂ’s a memory that only hurts me...
Even if itÂ’s a memory that i wouls rather forget...
If I carry it until the end,
without running away from it...
Someday...
Someday, I may become myself who
wouldnÂ’t lose to those memories... I believe it.
Because... I want to believe it...
Because I want to believe... there is no
such memory that you can just forget...
So...
The truth is, I didnÂ’t want Mama to forget about me...
The truth is...
But, this is just...
My childish wish...
...itÂ’s a secret.