I was afraid of the dark , but felt that the shadow was always following me .

I just followed the path you guided and here no one can be seen .

But it's not the last goodbye .

Come to this place you will meet me .

I feel like I've traveled a lot and now it's end of the shore .

The sun is about to set off and I can see the sand that melted before .

But it's not the last goodbye .

We will see each other after the war .

The moonlight will ignite my body and the stars will set it free .

Please don't bring flowers for my grave , they don't want to leave their trees .

But it's not the last goodbye .

You will always find the old , real me .

This one is just like a letter from a soldier to his wife...