I carry Tsukino''s body


    to the bed as she sleeps.


    Her sleeping face looks


    peaceful.


    I''m glad.


    It''s so terrible that we


    are dead but I can''t


    give up on my God


    now.


    It''s thanks to him


    that I''m still sane.


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    It''s thanks to him


    that I still have


    hope.


    It''s thanks to him


    that I''m here in this


    moment.


    A small nap will


    do me some good.


    I sit by at the windowsill,


    suddenly dozing off.


    As I fall asleep, I begin


    to dream.


    I open my eyes,


    being in a dark


    place but a bright


    and golden light


    forms from within


    my chest.


    It sprouts and shows


    itself as a rose.