I can't resist my fate.
It's crying to me. When I close my eyes, I hear it's sorrowful elegy. It's singing to me with a voice of wistful, empty wishes...like the sound of the wind that rushed past as I fell endlessly. It's crying, because it cannot save me, no matter how it tries to grasp me. It's crying, because I could not save her...no matter how she reached for me. Only when the cold, fathomless water embraced my fallen and broken body, did I realize... if only it was I who had grasped onto the wind. If only I could have grasped onto her reaching fingers. If only...I had realized that. If only I... If I... If only... if...