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Epilogue
The sun had just begun to rise over Edith, its golden light streaming across the city still bearing the scars of battle. Buildings were damaged, streets were cracked, but the citizens—ever resilient—were hard at work, picking up the pieces. Van and the others lent their strength where they could, helping with repairs, offering support. But beneath the hum of recovery, the memories of the last few days hung over the city like a dark cloud. The terror, the losses, and the trauma of their fight against Kain—the Nosferatu who had almost destroyed them all—were wounds that wouldn’t heal so easily.
Days passed, and though the city started to return to its routines, Van’s heart felt heavy. Standing on the rooftop of his office, he looked out over Edith, but the view barely registered. His mind kept drifting back to the fight—the chaos, the carnage, and the faces of those they couldn’t save. They had triumphed, sure, but the cost… Van clenched his fists, his knuckles white. How many lives had been ruined? How many friends had he almost lost? The weight of it gnawed at him, an ache that no amount of sunlight could ease.
He’d done everything in his power, but it hadn't been enough. Agnès had been hurt. Nearly killed. And in the quiet moments, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had failed her—failed all of them.
His phone buzzed, snapping him from his thoughts. He picked it up, his voice tight. "This is Van."
Renne’s familiar voice came through, bringing a flicker of warmth into his otherwise dark mood. "Van... you know what day it is, right? Agnès is finally getting discharged."
The words hit him like a breath of fresh air. Agnès was coming out of the hospital. After everything, she had pulled through. Relief spread through him, a weight he hadn’t even realized he’d been carrying lifting from his chest.
"I know," he replied, his voice softening. "I’ll be there soon."
As Van made his way toward the hospital, his mind churned. He thought about that night—the Eclipse—when Kain had unleashed chaos. Agnès had faced him head-on, risking everything to stop the beast. He had seen her fall, her body motionless under the warm shine of the sun. He remembered the crushing sense of helplessness, how he’d screamed her name but couldn’t reach her in time. But she had survived. She had won.
Still, the fight haunted him. It had taken all of them—Van, Feri, Kevin, Renne, Bergard, Kilika, and the others—to stop Kain. And even now, Van wasn’t sure how much of their victory had been skill and how much had been sheer luck.
...
Arriving at the hospital, he spotted the group gathered outside. Feri, Aaron, Risette, Quatre, Judith, Renne, Bergard, Elaine, and more—all waiting. The doors slid open, and Agnès stepped out, wearing her usual coral turtleneck and brown boots. She looked pale but alive. The sight of her filled Van with a mix of emotions—relief, joy, and a deep, lingering guilt.
He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until she smiled at him.
"Hey, Agnès," he greeted her softly, stepping forward. His voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of emotion he couldn’t hide. "You look... like yourself again."
She smiled, a gentle, reassuring expression that warmed the cold pit in his stomach. "Yeah, I’m feeling better. It’s good to finally get out of there."
He chuckled, the sound somewhat hollow in his chest. "I bet. I’ve heard the food’s awful."
Agnès laughed, rolling her eyes. "You have no idea. I swear, if I had to eat another tray of bland hospital food, I might’ve gone insane."
For a brief moment, they shared a lightness that Van hadn’t felt in days. But beneath the surface, he couldn’t shake the image of her lying there, fighting for breath, as they struggled to bring her back. He had seen too much death, too much pain. It gnawed at him, a constant reminder of how close he had come to losing her.
Renne broke the moment, her voice chiming in with a mischievous edge. "So, Agnès, how does it feel to be a free woman again?"
Agnès laughed, her eyes bright. "It feels incredible. I didn’t think I’d miss fresh air this much, but... it’s good to be outside."
Renne grinned, nodding. "I bet. After being cooped up for so long, I’m surprised you didn’t run straight out of the hospital."
As the group gathered around, Van lingered a few steps behind, watching them all laugh and talk. Everyone was smiling, relieved. They had been through hell and come out the other side, but the scars... they were still there. And as Van stood there, watching Agnès smile and joke with the others, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had happened.
He had survived. They had survived. But for how long? Would there always be another threat? Another battle?
Bergard’s deep voice cut through his thoughts, speaking to Renne, Elaine, and the others. "Thank the goddess... It wasn't all for nothing."
A solemn smile passed between them as Renne added softly, "Yeah, Agnès is safe. We can rest now, at least for a little while."
Van’s chest tightened. The relief on their faces should’ve made him feel better, but instead, he was left with a nagging sense of unease. They had won, but it didn’t feel like a victory. Not yet.
Agnès looked at Van and spoke in a determined voice. "Van...could you do me a favor?"
Van's attention was immediately drawn back to Agnès. He looked at her, a slightly puzzled look on his face "Sure, anything. What do you need?"
Agnès smiled warmly as she said: "Could you please take me with you...in your car. There is place I want to visit. No...actually two..."
Van's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected her to ask that, but he didn't hesitate for a moment. He nodded, a small smile on his face "Of course. Where do you want to go?"
Agnès answered with a determined look. "First...to the flower shop. Then to the chapel."
…
Van’s thoughts wandered as they drove in silence. The flower shop and a chapel , he mused. Of all the places Agnès could have asked to visit, those were not what he had expected. The city held countless other destinations, places that might offer distraction or even some semblance of comfort. But a chapel? The weight of that choice lingered in his mind, heavy with unspoken significance.
As they neared the flower shop, he glanced at her, trying to read her expression. Agnès' face was calm, serene even, but there was an underlying tension in the way she gripped her hands together. He could tell she was lost in thought. He wondered what was going through her mind. What was she planning?
When they stopped outside the shop, Agnès stepped out without a word, disappearing inside for a few minutes. Van waited, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his curiosity growing with each second. Finally, she emerged, clutching a bouquet of roses, their deep crimson color stark against the fading light of the evening.
Van raised an eyebrow. Roses—symbols of love, remembrance, and sometimes even loss. Was that what this was about? He had no idea what was stirring in Agnès' mind, but something told him that whatever it was, it had been brewing for a while.
She slid back into the car, cradling the flowers in her lap like they were fragile treasures. "Now... to the chapel, please," she said softly.
Van didn’t ask further, though a thousand questions buzzed in his mind. He merely nodded, started the car, and drove in the direction of the chapel. Why the roses? Why the chapel? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like she was carrying out a private ritual—something sacred, something deeply personal. But why involve him? Was there something she wanted him to understand?
When they arrived, Van parked the car and turned off the engine, glancing at Agnès as she stared out at the chapel’s entrance. The soft glow of the streetlights made her seem almost ethereal, her eyes distant as if seeing something he couldn’t. She opened the door and stepped out, pausing to look back at him.
"Would you please accompany me, Van?" Her voice was gentle, but there was an undeniable firmness to her request. "There's something I need to tell you."
Van’s chest tightened. There it was. Something important, something she had been holding back. Without hesitation, he stepped out of the car and joined her, the night air cool against his skin. Together, they walked toward the chapel, the quiet around them amplifying the soft shuffle of their footsteps on the stone path.
As they entered the chapel, Van noticed how still everything felt. The world outside seemed distant, muffled by the thick walls of the small sanctuary. Candlelight flickered at the altar, casting long shadows that danced against the stained-glass windows. Agnès moved forward with purpose, her hands still clutching the bouquet of roses.
They arrived at their destination. The room with the destroyed wall. The sun shined through and bathed the interior in its warm light. Van was conflicted. It was the place where Kain found his end, and Agnès almost hers. Agnès went to the location where Kain's ashes were scathered before they were blown away by the wind. She bowed and put the bouquet of roses on the ground. She rose again before she sighed and began to speak. '' I don't regret what I did, Van.''
Van was shocked. Bewildered. What was she saying. She doesn't regret it. Or felt the least bit repulsed, giving herself to a monster like Kain? He couldn't believe it. Not only that, but her entire conviction behind this statement.
The way she spoke, the certainty in her voice—it rattled him.
"Are you saying... you loved him?" His words were shaky, uncertain. "Even after everything he did?"
Agnès lowered her gaze, her fingers tracing the edge of the bouquet. She took a long, deep breath before answering. "I don’t know if it was love, Van. Maybe it was pity... or lust." Her voice faltered slightly, her confession hanging in the air between them like a dark cloud.
Van’s breath caught in his throat, and a flood of emotions surged through him—anger, jealousy, disbelief. He clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. "Lust?" The word felt sharp in his mouth, bitter. "After all the pain he caused? The lives he took? How could you feel anything but hate for him?"
Agnès looked away, her expression sad, but not ashamed. "When I went to his house in Vantaille... he asked me to come to the roof with him during the day. I remember standing there, looking at him, as he stood in the shadows. He looked... trapped. Like a prisoner in his own existence. And lonely."
Van listened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface, but something in her voice—a sadness, a tenderness—made him pause. He didn’t want to understand, didn’t want to feel any pity for Kain, but Agnès’ words stirred something in him.
"So, you felt sorry for him? Is that what this is about?" His voice was cold, though not as harsh as before.
"That’s part of it," she admitted, turning her gaze back to him. "But the other part... I think I was genuinely attracted to him. To the way he made me feel."
Van’s jaw clenched. The thought of her being attracted to a monster, to someone like Kain, sent a wave of jealousy crashing over him. He took a step closer, his voice low and strained. "You were attracted to him? After everything he did? After the pain he caused?"
Agnès met his eyes, her own filled with a quiet, sorrowful determination. "I’m not proud of it, Van. I know how repulsive it must seem to you, but I can’t deny my feelings. They were real, no matter how wrong they might have been."
Van shook his head, unable to comprehend what she was saying. "I don’t understand. How can you feel that way about him? After everything?"
Agnès placed a hand on her chest, her voice filled with conviction. "Because, despite him being a cruel, callous creature, he made me feel special. He never hurt me, Van. I was the one who asked him to bite me."
Her confession hit him like a blow to the chest. The thought of her willingly letting Kain bite her—it was too much. He turned away, his fists clenched, his emotions barely in check. "You... you asked him? Why would you do that?"
Agnès’ cheeks flushed, but she didn’t waver. "Because it made me feel connected to him. In that moment, it was the only way I knew how to understand him, to reach him."
Van’s heart ached at her words. The idea that she had sought connection, even with someone as twisted as Kain, pained him in ways he couldn’t put into words. "Do you hear yourself? Do you understand how insane that sounds?"
She nodded slowly. "I know. I know it sounds insane, but I can’t help how I felt. I’m not trying to justify his actions. But a part of me will always... long for him." Her voice broke slightly as she added, "I’m not the same innocent girl I was before, Van."
Van felt his heart sink. He had always known she had changed—how could she not after everything they’d been through? But hearing her admit that she would always carry a piece of Kain with her... it was almost unbearable.
"I know you’ve changed, Agnès. We all have. But why him?" His voice was a mixture of pain and confusion. "Why a monster like that?"
Agnès smiled sadly, her gaze softening as if she were remembering something distant and bittersweet. "Because beneath the surface of that monster, there was just a sad, lonely boy... who longed for love."
Van stood there, speechless, the truth of her words sinking in. He wanted to hate Kain, wanted to dismiss him as nothing more than a creature of the night. But in Agnès’ eyes, he was something more—something tragic, broken, and human. And that, perhaps, was the hardest thing for Van to accept.
"A lonely boy, longing for love..." Van echoed her words, the bitterness heavy in his voice. He took a step toward Agnès, his eyes locked on hers, searching for something—an answer, a reason. "Do you really believe that? That beneath all the death and suffering, he was just... searching for love?"
Agnès nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes. That’s why I’m here, Van. To say goodbye."
Van let out a slow, defeated sigh. The anger that had flared so hot moments ago was ebbing away, leaving behind a raw ache of resignation. He knew there was no point in arguing with her. Her mind was made up.
"I don’t agree with you," he admitted, his voice low, "but... I understand." He hesitated, his frustration battling with his concern for her. "Just promise me one thing, Agnès." He stepped closer, their faces inches apart now, the intensity of his emotions vibrating in the air between them. "Promise me you won’t lose yourself in this. Promise you won’t let his memory consume you."
Agnès offered him a soft, reassuring smile. "Don’t worry, Van. I won’t."
Van searched her eyes, desperately hoping to find even a flicker of doubt, something to prove she wasn’t as certain as she seemed. But there was none. Only calm, only resolve. He exhaled, not realizing he’d been holding his breath, and nodded.
"Okay... I trust you," he said, though the words felt fragile in his mouth. "Just... be careful. Those feelings, they can be dangerous. I don’t want them to take you away from me."
He reached out, his hand closing gently around hers. The warmth of her skin anchored him, momentarily quelling the storm of fear inside him. "You mean so much to me, Agnès. I just... I can’t lose you. Not to the memory of a monster."
Agnès smiled again, this time with a tenderness that made Van’s heart ache. She squeezed his hand in return. "You won’t lose me, Van. I promise. I’ll always be by your side."
Relief washed over him like a tide, soothing some of the tension in his chest. He gave her hand another gentle squeeze, his heart swelling with unspoken affection. "That’s all I needed to hear," he murmured.
They stood in silence for a moment, Van’s eyes drifting to the roses she had placed at the site of Kain’s death. The vivid red petals seemed to glow in the sunlight, a strange contrast to the dark memories they both carried of that night. He wanted to ask her—needed to know—but the question caught in his throat. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer, more vulnerable than before. "You really loved him, didn’t you? Truly?"
He knew it would hurt to hear the answer, but he needed to understand. He needed to know the depths of her feelings for the vampire who had almost torn them apart.
Agnès looked up at him, her eyes filled with a melancholy acceptance. "Yes," she said quietly. "I did. Despite everything... I loved him. I couldn’t help it."
Her confession hit him like a knife to the chest, sharp and unforgiving. Van clenched his jaw, trying to push down the wave of anger and heartbreak that surged through him. How could she love someone like Kain? How could she mourn him after all the pain he had caused?
But as he looked at her, standing there in quiet mourning, he realized that her feelings were not something he could change. She wasn’t asking for his approval. She was asking for his understanding.
Agnès knelt down again, her fingers brushing against the roses. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Farewell, Kain. Wherever you are... I hope you’ve found peace. I hope you’re reunited with her, and that your thirst is gone. Maybe we’ll meet again... but under different circumstances."
Van stood beside her, his heart heavy. He couldn’t fathom how she could grieve for someone who had caused so much destruction. Yet he couldn’t deny the sincerity in her voice. This wasn’t just a farewell to a monster—it was a farewell to a part of her past, a part of herself that had been irrevocably changed.
Agnès clapped her hands together, offering a silent prayer. Then she stood and turned to Van, her expression calm, at peace. "That was it. Thank you for bringing me here."
Van nodded, still struggling with the whirlwind of emotions inside him. "Of course, Agnès," he said, his voice strained but genuine. "Are you... okay?"
Agnès smiled warmly, the weight of her grief seemingly lifted. "Yes, Van. I’m alright."
He nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief. She was still here, still with him, even if her heart had been touched by the shadow of the vampire. He wanted to say more, to offer her some kind of comfort or clarity, but he realized there were no words that could change what had already happened.
Instead, he took a small step closer, his hand instinctively reaching out to rest on her shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it was all he could offer. She was still here. And for now, that was enough.
After a long pause, Agnès finally broke the silence. Her tone shifted to one of stern concern as she looked at Van. “Speaking of being alright…” Her eyes narrowed. “Were you eating properly? Did you make sure not to trouble Victor, Paulette, and Yumé? I hope you didn’t overwork yourself!”
Van froze, his hand still midway toward her shoulder. The sudden scolding caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless. He hadn't expected her to shift gears so abruptly.
“I, uh... I’ve been eating alright,” he said, stumbling over his words. “And I tried not to bother Victor and the others too much.” He paused, looking away as guilt crept in. “As for overworking myself...”
He trailed off, knowing full well he hadn’t been taking care of himself. He forced a smile, hoping to downplay the exhaustion that hung over him like a shadow.
Agnès raised an eyebrow and gave him a sly smile. “In that case, I’ll help you out for at least half a month!”
Van blinked, surprised by her sudden offer. Her concern touched him, but a part of him bristled at the idea of needing help. “Help me out? What do you mean?”
Her mischievous grin widened. “As a part-time Spriggan, it’s my job to make sure my boss doesn’t slack off too much.”
Van groaned internally. He knew that once Agnès had her mind set on something, there was no point in arguing. Still, the idea of her “keeping an eye on him” for the next two weeks wasn’t exactly appealing.
“Fine. If you really insist,” he muttered, trying to sound begrudging but secretly grateful. “Just don’t get too bossy on me, alright?”
Agnès stuck out her tongue playfully. “We’ll see, Van.”
Van rolled his eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Despite the frustration, he found her determination endearing. She had a way of making even the most tedious moments feel lighter. He shook his head, a sigh escaping him.
“You know, you can be pretty stubborn when you want to be,” he teased, stepping closer and lightly poking her forehead. His smile softened as he added, “But I guess that’s part of your charm. Or maybe just part of your bossiness, depending on how you look at it.”
Agnès raised her hand to the sky with dramatic flair. “Alright then, boss! Time to get your favorite sweets and start working!”
Van couldn’t help but chuckle at her energy. He shook his head, resigned but amused. “Alright, alright. Let’s go get some sweets. Just… don’t bankrupt me, okay? I’m still a struggling Spriggan.”
Agnès winked as she walked ahead of him. “Hmmm… We’ll see.”
He watched her with a mix of amusement and mild apprehension. Knowing Agnès, she might just empty the store’s stock of sweets. “You really are a handful sometimes, you know that?”
They left the chapel, the tension of earlier conversations fading into a more playful rhythm. Van glanced at Agnès as they approached his car, the familiar buzz of Edith’s busy streets around them. Their work had its dangers, its unknowns, but with her by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came next.
As he opened the door for her, Van couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation. “Ready for our next adventure, Agnès?”
She sat down, smirking as she fastened her seatbelt. “Ready when you are, partner.”
Van chuckled, closing the door behind her before sliding into the driver’s seat. He started the engine, the soft rumble steadying his thoughts. The day was still young, the city vibrant with life and opportunity. He felt that familiar thrill stirring inside him—the sense that something new and unpredictable was just around the corner.
“Alright, here we go,” he said with a grin. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into this time.”
As he pulled out of the parking lot, the road ahead seemed to stretch on with endless possibilities. The job, the dangers—they were all part of the life they had chosen. But Van couldn’t shake the feeling that something larger was on the horizon, something darker. A faint premonition tugged at him, like the shadow of an unseen storm gathering far off in the distance.
Neither of them knew it yet, but their path would soon lead them deeper into a web of mysteries and conspiracies, where old enemies resurfaced and long-buried sins demanded retribution. Edith’s streets held secrets, and the crimson trails they followed would soon take them closer to a darkness they could not yet comprehend.
Van glanced at Agnès out of the corner of his eye. Whatever came next, at least they would face it together.
The engine roared softly as they sped down the road, unaware that their next adventure would plunge them into a battle far more personal—and far more dangerous—than they had ever imagined.
...
Kain blinked as his eyes adjusted to the soft light. The pain and agony of the sunlight had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of tranquility. He stood in an open field, the gentle breeze caressing his face, the air warm and soothing. Above, the moon hung low in the sky, its glow bathing the landscape in a silvery light. The world was quiet, still. For the first time in in his long life, there was peace.
His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked around, disoriented. Where am I?
The soft rustle of grass interrupted his thoughts. Kain turned, his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him.
A young woman stood there, bathed in the moon’s soft glow. Her short, blue hair framed her delicate face, and her blue eyes—bright, sincere, and painfully familiar—gazed at him with a knowing smile. She wore a simple black camisole and boots, and though her appearance was casual, Kain felt his breath catch in his throat. It was her. The one he had longed for, dreamed of, mourned.
"Hello, Kyo," she said, her voice as gentle as he remembered.
Kain’s breath faltered. "Elesia..." The name escaped him like a prayer, tinged with disbelief. His heart wrenched as he took in her familiar features, unchanged by time. Could it really be her?
Tentatively, he stepped forward, his hand trembling as though she might vanish if he came too close. His voice cracked as he whispered, "Is it really you? Are you... truly here?" He felt a tear slip down his cheek, the years of anguish and isolation crashing over him.
Her soft chuckle met his ears, bringing with it the bittersweet memory of days long past. "So, you remember me, after all this time."
"Of course I do," Kain whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ve thought of you every day since you died. I... I thought I’d never see you again."
Elesia sighed softly, crossing her arms with a playful tilt of her head. "You’re as hopeless as ever, Hirasawa." Her tone was light, but her words hit him with the weight of a lifetime. "So, you finally bit the dust, huh? Tell me, was it an executor that did you in? Or maybe Arcueid? Surely, you didn’t set yourself on fire by accident."
Kain let out a weak laugh. Even after all these years, she still knew him too well. "No, not an executor. And I didn’t set myself ablaze," he said, his lips curving into a faint smile. "But do you really think I could’ve beaten Arcueid?"
Elesia huffed, rolling her eyes. "As if. We barely survived her together, with an army of Dead Apostles at our side. And she still wiped the floor with us."
Kain winced at the memory. The image of Arcueid, cold and unyielding, tearing through their forces like they were nothing, still haunted him. "Yeah... she was unstoppable," he muttered, his voice tinged with lingering bitterness. "Damn her."
"But it doesn’t matter anymore," Elesia said, her voice suddenly softening. She reached out her hand to him, her expression tender. "It’s time, Kyo. Time to go. There are people waiting for you... for us."
Kain stared at her outstretched hand, his heart racing. Her touch, her warmth—it was real. He could feel it. But the thought of seeing all those faces again, the ones he had lost, the ones he had mourned for so long—it was too much. His voice trembled. "Other people...? Who?"
Her smile widened, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "All of them, you dummy. Noel, Sion, Riesbyfe, Lucius... even Tachie. They’re all waiting for you."
The weight of her words struck him like a blow. Tachie... all of them? His vision blurred with tears, the emotions he had kept buried for so long finally breaking free. "I... I can see them? All of them... again?"
Elesia nodded, her eyes softening. "We’ve been waiting for you, Kyo. For a long time."
Kain swallowed hard, his throat tight. "You waited for me...? After everything... after all this time...?"
"Of course we did," she replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "You’re clumsy, stubborn, and hopeless... but you’re still one of us. We could never leave you behind."
A soft, shaky laugh escaped him as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I am all those things," he murmured. "But... you missed me? Even after everything?"
Elesia smiled warmly. "Yes. We all did. So come now. It’s time to live again."
Kain’s breath caught in his chest. Live again... The words seemed impossible. After so many years in the dark, in isolation, the idea of living, of being with those he cared about again, terrified him. But as he looked at her—at Elesia, at the one person he had always longed for—he felt hope stir within him.
He took her hand, gripping it tightly as though afraid she might slip away. "Okay," he whispered, his voice steadying. "I’m ready. Let’s go."
Elesia smiled, her hand warm in his as she led him forward. Together, they walked over the hills, towards the distant city bathed in moonlight, where familiar faces waited for them both.
As they crossed the fields, Kain—no, Kyo —felt his heart swell with something he had not known in lifetimes. It was neither fear nor despair, but a fragile, flickering hope. For the first time in so many years, he was no longer alone.
And with Elesia by his side, he felt that maybe, just maybe, he could live again.
It's hard to let go,
The darkness has faded, now I'm home,
Slow, I rise again,
These old, weary bones aren't what they were.
And there you stand before my eyes,
Where all my heart lies,
A place I long to be,
The light now sets me free.
But I'm already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
There's nothing I would take back,
Though there’s so much that I still carry.
We fought, we fell apart,
I broke your heart,
I wandered lost in shadows deep.
But now it's over, I find my peace.
A thousand memories resting in my chest,
No matter how far I roam, you're guiding me.
And I'm already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
But I'm already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
All the nights alone,
All the battles fought,
I can lay them down,
With you I’m not lost.
The echoes fade away,
I’m no longer afraid,
In the moonlight’s glow,
I’ve finally found my way.
‘Cause I'm already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
Yes, I’m already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
I’m already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever you may go,
I will follow you.
THE END