[Story text for Shadow Of The Past will go here.]
Composer's Notes
Nowadays, I feel a bitter sadness as I remember my old memories. I'm in a grayish-blue mood as I think of a solution to something that happened months ago. As deeper I think, as profound I sink. The worst thing about these scars is, I am glad I have them. The irony lurks from the windows of cafe shop that I am in. I wouldn't change anything even If I could, I wouldn't dodge the bullets. Every day is haunting me and there is no escape. I woke up in the horror of this repeating terror...
But in the end, I did everything I could, and II think I am okay. I could be having a bitter happiness as where I'm right now but I'm glad everything turned out ok.
It's just that, I miss my best friend, and I was expecting more understanding from her. Because of this, as the shadow of the past falls, I can feel the frost.