Always the exactly same sky and always the same day.
Only things that is different is that you are not here.
I thought I've let you go without anything left.
I still haven't been able to let you go.
I am longing for you.
I call you and call you by myself everyday.
I am missing you.
Now I just call out your name like a habit.
Day by day, I feel like I am dying.
So what could I do?
I love you.
Without even being able to tell you these.
I've had to let you go like that.
I am sorry.
Can you hear me?
Could you be able to hear my late confession?