It's been two years since I've departed. But that doesn't mean I forgot you.
I just couldn't stay. Now I feel a bit sorry, though, I only wanted to get home.

But now I realised I'm not.

Your voice keeps telling me I have to go back. It's telling me I left my future in your hands, because I only think of you. I justed wanted to help. I just wanted you to be free and happy, as I also wanted myself to be.

Please, fogive me.