...Yeah... Goodbye...
But this time, "goodbye" isn't just a farewell. It is proof that all of you were once by my side.
Even now, I cannot let go of my past regrets and make peace with my powerlessness.
I'm no saint, after all. I can't just let it all go and move on.
These scars are part of me, aren't they? I'll carry them with me on the journey ahead.
Even though there are still many things I can't change—
—New regrets that make me struggle, cry, and even hate myself—
I know that I feel hurt because I still care... So I suppose I don't have to let everything go, do I?
His firefly flies around him, responding with its flickering light.
Thank you. Goodbye—no. You never left.
All his memories are fireflies, their light guiding his way through the dark.
He hums the song from his childhood, waving goodbye to the lights and turning to face the real world—a world of both grief and joy.
He can hear the sound of the ocean breeze from the lighthouse at the end of the light.
—Real freedom is right before his eyes.