Compared to what we've been through,
my portion of devotion is probably minute.
Compared to what you're going through,
my grieve is probably insignificant.
Perhaps what I've asked for is unreasonable;
perhaps I'm really asking for too much.
But is the hope for us to remain as friends, normal ones,
that difficult to be fulfilled?...
Even on the account of all the time we had together...
Are all these, sadly, not enough...?
