Kara no Binsen, sora e no tegami

from a book I read, a crumpled old letter spills out
just a name and a stamp, a sad little letter with no address

"How have you been?"
"Nothing's changed, huh?"
"Have you gotten used to things over there?"
"It's been a whole year since we met."
"Letters that don't get any easier to write."

I can't read what's ahead, it's all blurred and unreadable
I'm scared to color it in, my pen starts to shake
Do you laugh at the foolish me?
Or will you cry with me instead?

That day, I wrapped up a bouquet of flowers for you, sent in a letter

A cruel person who disappeared without saying goodbye
I’m left behind, feeling like a broken piece of glass
Selfish and pretending to be strong, yet gentle and fragile
I won’t forget you, I’ll keep reflecting on it.