The end of the festival, eh?
Its sad, despite the numerous times you experience it.
I don't know.
How to distract myself from this sadness, from this pain.
The cold wind. That mid-Autumn evening.
What exactly is this feeling?
I really want to know.
The fun... The fun festival.
It'll have to come to an end, someday.
Everything. Everything will have to end someday.
Even if you refuse to, even if you hate it.
The fun times. It'll end.
The emptiness that we will all feel.
Loneliness. Emptiness. Sadness. Pain.

Fun. It'll never last.
On the contrary, Sadness and pain. It'll leave a scar.
A permanent scar. Forever.