I have to leave, but my love remains, my final gift,
Live, my love, live with all your might.
Sorrow may shadow my last farewell,
Yet in your tears, our love story unfolds.
For each memory we’ve built, a tale to tell,
Of a love undying, that never grows old.
Though I journey far from your gentle sight,
In rustling leaves, our song softly plays.
Through the echo of our love’s melody, I wish you to live,
For in your life, your love, my existence you give.
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