The Cry of the Unexpressed

: There's no condition that says you must love someone who loves you deeply.
But they stayed—in your solitude; perhaps it would be sheer folly not to sense the touch of their love—you won't make that mistake, will you?
When someone has dwelt across your heart, their leaving will pain you—that's only natural.
But tell me, have you truly found them?
Have you ever been able to tell them how much you love them?

: No, I didn't want to tell them.
I never had to say the words "I love you" to them;
they had placed me in the depths of their feeling, in every breath.
The one whose touch let me feel my entire being—saying "I love you" to them seemed unnecessary.

: Then how did you become so absent-minded?
You let them go—your own heart?
Ha ha ha... It's pitiful—the one you loved so deeply, in the end you saw they were suffering from your very sickness.
Still, didn't you feel the urge to hold them close?

: Of course I did.
They truly suffered from my sickness.
That intense malady of love within my mind—could it ever have been awakened by anyone without their touch?

: It could have been, many people managed it.
Why would you love anew someone who never wanted to win your love?
Is it because they've left that you've set out searching for them today—to explain the realization of love?
Ha ha ha... You can never bring them back.

: You leave from here.
I must bring them back.
Except for them alone, everyone else is incapable of touching the sickness of my feelings.

: Your regret is my existence; leaving you—that's not my work.
Keep the feeling of love dormant.
You've lived by this principle your whole life—it's better not to express the feeling of love.
Then why does their leaving suddenly hurt so much today?
Can't you accept—that they too could one day reject your neglect?
Did you think—even taking all of them, if you kept them at a distance they would remain satisfied?
Still, I must praise you—your wisdom is quite perfect!

: Believe me, I didn't want to keep them in darkness.
Why must I say "I love you"?
They are mine, I never wanted to keep them at a distance.
I cherished them daily—perhaps more than myself.
No one has loved me the way they did—no one else in this life.

: Ha ha ha...
Who are you to lead someone back to light who wants to remain in darkness?
What obligation do you have...
If they find your existence in that very darkness?
If they surrender themselves to darkness just to internalize your feeling?

How can you be so certain—that they left you willingly,
when perhaps they never wanted to leave—from the shelter of your shadow?

: I will certainly bring them back.
I cannot lose this way.

: Ha ha ha... Sorry.
Someone who never wanted to win against you—won't let you lose either.
Then have they given you victory by leaving?
Tell me, why are you making this futile attempt to bring back the dead by seeking their anguish?
In the presence of the living person, why couldn't you hear—the secret sound of their tears?
You only touched them, but couldn't stop the crying within them—that's the truth!

: The account of their unfulfillment is written on my body.
Their tears stopped only by touching me.
Could I ever touch and see them either?

: I will surely be able to bring them back.
They're not dead, the living form of their feeling cries out constantly in my heart.
The person who is entirely mine will undoubtedly return.
I myself will bring them back.

: May your wish be fulfilled.
But if you don't find them, you'll find me in that regret.