Please forgive me for pushing my worries onto you, while I alone try to find happiness.
From this day forward, you have the right to hate everything.
From this day forward, you are the Golden Witch, Beatrice.
From this day forward, you will no longer be me.
From this day forward, I will no longer be you.
The two of us shall split apart a single soul and share it.
And though, of course, neither of us will possess a complete soul…
I’m sure our dreams will be more numerous than those of humans.
Let us be blessed, my dearest… Beatrice…
No one will be able to see your form.
However, I alone can see you.
And if you are loved by many people…
I’m sure that everyone will be able to see you someday.
With love, they will be able to see us…