I know I am a good man,
and I don’t need to beg or plead for anything.
What is given to me — it's in my hand to accept.
And what is not — it is within me not to desire it,
nor to take it by force.

If you ask yourself,
you’ll see that I was always by your side.
That for you I have killed, and for you I would die.
That if I had you in my arms, I couldn’t let you go.
And if you were to die in them,
nothing would stop me from
leaving my body behind, and following you until the end of days.

If you ask yourself...

Yes, I’ve had bad luck.
Yes, I loved you.
I cried for you, even felt betrayed.
At one point, I even wished for death —
because my life had lost all meaning.

If you ask yourself,
my life no longer holds meaning,
I swear I have no ikigai left.

But it will come to me.
Somehow.

Still... what will become of me without you?