The last embers of a long forgotten flame are dying tonight. Yes, it's been long over;
The warmth given has ceased to bloom any spectacle of feeling resounded. Still, there was a tiny piece of heat left, however a wind came on and finally took it away from me, for good, I fear.
It was my last chance at a half-decent man, inside another's that I'd take as my own. Now I'm left with little me, the fool so used to breaking things easy.

I bid you farewell, and that you live a good life. I hope most of all that you find blissful love.