The sound of the streaming rain mixing into nothingness here at these ruinsnI remember the brittle void in which the girl is still seemingly waiting for someonenWhats the reason that I can't move my frostbitten fingers from there?nAt my feet, theres a single small beautiful flowernnThat retreating figurenWas as if at any time it would become a husknAnd crumble apartnWithout being able to stop hiding the pity in my heartnI shut my eyes I can't feel anythingnAnd the groan of regrets that you've told me well up insidenThat person won't return...nnA person who has left us withoutnSaying even I'm home to younnBeing lost in the repeating hollow's sound of swirling rainnLost in the scraps of doubts painted in the scarlet coloringnThe frozen hollows wounds can't be healednI've decidedly already stopped believing in to continuing usual daysnnThe girl with tears spilling quietly called the person who left...nSomehow it was my name and she realized that I wasn't therenMe who couldn't accept the zero and closed my eyesnIt seemed as if I would lose all my memories with younI'm sorry... I'll return here