She is constantly busy, so I just gave up,  

My life is like this, where I am in despair,  

Over and over… 

When I go to hell, she will follow me later, 

As we stare at the sky, 

One is left to ponder, 

Why was our life such a wonder? 

And that I should have stayed stronger,  

But now, it doesn’t really matter,  

Because I’m left to miss her,