"I'm so tired of it all, remembering how good I used to be and missing you.
Even from the bad memories, there was a flame, a little flame that was able to save me whenever I felt sad and broken.
But little by little, that flame went out, until they just turned to ash... And today, when I feel broken, I only have these ash to grab me, because I know I'll never have that flame again. And I wonder: what will happen when the wind takes the ash?"💞💞