Existence

I've been always thinking about...
If I can be remembered by someone else,
if I can be mentioned by some people in their idle chatters,
that would be enough for me.

That's what I've been always thinking about.



If I won't be able to be remembered by someone else,
I would probably drift away piece by piece,
like very little tiny sands,
that you can't hold by hands without a container.



yeah..I'm just that kind of things.
If I don't exist in someone's heart,
I will be gone piece by piece
and vanished finally.

...I will fade away, by and by.



I'm like some kind of memory;
doesn't matter if I actually exist in somewhere around the world.
I'm more like a concept rather than a person, or even a subject
that have to be read aloud or kept in mind.
Without these, I'm just like old ancient stories
that have been forgotten long ago.
No one will know, what they were.
No one will know, who I was.

I'm afraid,
even more afraid than death.



I'm just hoping that
I still live in someone's heart,
even take only a corner.
I would cry with joys.

I would cry with joys.