May We Never Meet Again, Even in Dreams

The life repeated through several reincarnations was always the same.
I fell for you, and I wanted to have you.
Your warm, gentle gaze like the spring sunlight,
and fingertips that brushed softly past me, as though I were something precious, too difficult to touch.

Whenever I saw my own face smiling back in your eyes, on that face of yours that smiled brightly at me,
I believed, and believed again, that this time at last I would be able to stand by your side.
But the one who always cast me down into the abyss was you.

In the end, the one to whom you gave that place beside you was not me.
Through repeating death and life, through meeting you again and again, I thought that someday I would be able to stand by your side.
When, exhausted, I came to want even just your shell,
you ran away from me together with a woman like a radiant heroine from a drama.

Only then did I realize that I could not have you,
and I resolved to cast away this obsession that was like a curse.
I will no longer love you.

I will absolutely not love you.
Even in death, I will not love you.
I hope we do not meet again, even in dreams.