It seems strange that my life ends in such a horrible place.
But for three years I've had roses.
And I haven't apologized to anyone.
I'll die here.
Everything will end.
Everything.
Except that last centimeter.
A centimeter...
is small and fragile.
But it's the only thing in the world worth having.
We must never lose it.
Or spend it.
We must not allow it to be stolen.
I hope that whoever you are, at least you,
can escape from this place.
I hope the world changes,
and things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand
what I mean when I say that even if I don't know you,
I'll never know you.
Even if I don't laugh,
and I don't cry
with you,
and I won't kiss you.
Never.
I love you.
From the bottom of my heart.
I love you.