From a lost niece.

I'll miss you, oh how I'll miss you.

It gives me a jolt every time I think of it.

Here I am facing quietus and I am desensitized.

Tell me, please, how to feel.

I hope you were happy, oh how I hope you felt loved.

You have left an impression on me.

I'm sorry, oh how I am so sorry.

I am not in hysterics, I don't know how to act.

I didn't know you well enough, but I still care.

The fact that I'll never get another chance to get to know you leaves me numb.

I wanted to know you, oh how I wanted to know you.

I will always remember your hardy voice.