I wish I could return
to the time when I knew nothing.
Even knowing the ending would never change,
I still longed for a little time
to escape and look away.
The single lie you told,
in just an instant,
turned the colorful days we had built
into monotonous black and white.
My eyes grew clouded,
and even everything I saw
lost its light.
But in truth, I lied too.
Shouting that it was for both our sakes,
I left behind an answer
opposite to my heart.
Convincing myself it was the right choice
to deceive myself.
If a time machine truly existed in this world,
if there were magic to erase everything,
I would wish for no memory to remain.
If we could meet again, that alone would be enough.
How many times I wished for that—
even now, I wish to fall in love with you once more.
Your helplessness always made me sad,
yet gave me a happiness
I could never find anywhere else.
Compared to all the months and years we shared,
the ending was too abrupt,
disproportionate to what we had.
The future we sketched together,
I erased piece by piece.
And each time, I wondered—
if another future had existed,
would we be laughing together now?
Such thoughts linger endlessly.
Even if a time machine truly existed,
I could never erase everything.
Not the days we loved so deeply.
If there was love,
then being bound together,
and being torn apart,
all held meaning.
So that someday,
on the day I fall into my final love,
I can say with all my heart:
“It was wonderful to meet you.”
And let this goodbye
be one I can accept.
Next time, I will never
let go of someone’s precious hand.
I hope that someday I’ll understand—
this was a love
that taught me what mattered most.
A journey I was meant to experience.