The pain of longing it comes and it goes, like waves on the seabed, it ebbs and flows. This pain which happens in my heavy, chest. It can only be cured with passing time, this pain which happens in my heavy chest, a relic of this love which I called mine. What is love and what is not, who can know? What is love, and what is the idea of, that I can't say for sure. That I can't say. This pain of longing, it ebbs and it flows, I'll love another one day, but it goes, that no one love will ever be like else, that no one love will ever be yourself.

The way you talk, the way you smile still, the way you laugh, it gives me such a thrill. I enjoy and long for those short moments, the ones you likely already forgot. This pain of longing does not hurt so much, instead it's like a dull pain, the ver same, the very same I felt waiting for you. And so I held it to my chest, this pain, this pain which reminded me of the you, and with it I know that I can heal too.

The pain is not forever, it will go. The pain is not meaningless, tears do flow. The pain will continue, but it will fade. I will heal, but that will not erase the... the memories we made. They will not fade.

Healing and time will dull this longing pain, and the longing will be less and less too, but that does not mean I will forget, you. Instead as I heal, I'll come to go let, instead as I heal, I will not forget. I fear losing this part of me given you, forgetting this feeling as to lands new. Not forever but I cherish it so, I cherish these memories we've made but... you, the thought of me and you, that must go. In the past but to the sea I must throw, my longing, my want, so that I can glow.

Into the sea goes a bottle of mine, a bottle containing the words not said, a bottle containing the promises, the words which we let. Spill like water and thought, into the past's time, spill out like water, this love of old times. And so we come to accept this fate sad, the happy memories, the very bad.

And so I come to accept where I stand, at the start of a new adventure's land.

And so I throw a bottle to the sea, and hold close all of our hap' memories.

Can you see me from the other far shore, have you come to terms with it too... and more?

What questions from you will I never hear, with all of my regrets and silent fears, I will never hate you as I stand here.

And so I throw a bottle to the sea, with a message:

"thanks for the memories."