I'm already too late. I was too late. I always had been too late.
When i finally gathered up the courage, it is already not the same. This time i shall lose my chances for good. Even though i had to admit i wanted to see you for the VERY last time in my life, i couldn't.
You left, whilst i stayed. But i might leave too in the future, who knows, by chance the same place you went.
And now, time and distance will be intervening for a long period. Maybe i will get the chance again, once i leave this grounds; or shall you return to this grounds.
And perhaps when that time comes, i'll be ready. To do what i failed to do.
But... I think i still will never get the courage to see you, and you will slip out of my reach yet again. Yet, i never regretted cause this is what i foreseen...
From the day i first met you.