And when we all fell down, we fell apart.
We never really had our amazing start.
We sang our song, we danced our dance,
but will we ever get our final chance?
The wind blows softly, just like your hair…
But all that's left is that vacant stare.
I'll remember you, will you remember me?
Or will this just be the way that you leave?
*Chapter 2 a (04) "Bella Blade", Never Let Me Go, Ai Neko Yokai