I almost forgot about the past; everything I saw, smelled, tasted, felt, and even loved.

It's been twenty years since I am living here; all alone, I don't remember how trees, seas, and snow look like.

I can see home from here but it's just a tiny blue dot.

War, peace, love, hatred, birth, death... none of them can be seen from here.

The only thing left for me is a picture of you watching the aurora.

It was your birthday, the only night that will always remain in my memory.

I hope you didn't forget me,

I don't know how long I should stay here, all I want is to see you again