This is an older story than 'now'.
But a little more than "back then," talk about the future.
"Cecil."
A girl calls out her first name.
"Cute, cute my sister"
My eyes are the same color as mine.
It shows who I am.
"One day, one day.... when I'm gone"
The girl prays.
Someday.
Sooner or later in the future.
"I don't mind forgetting about me"
I don't care what's not there.
"- Remember"
Please.
"That one.... because I'm sure I'll come and help you"
May only her sweet happiness not be lost.