You’re gone, yet you seem so alive—always there to answer whenever I reach out, like a ghost. Soon, the chance will come for me to do the same. Beneath the snow, the butterbur buds are already beginning to swell. You, who truly lived and truly embraced the process of passing on—this loneliness I feel in your absence is my treasure. So, until next time—bye-bye.
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