But if it's not your wish ...
I will go back, this very moment.
How could I live a dream?
I am a ghost, after all.

Just let me know
of your wish, Lachchi.

"Never thought ..."
"of getting to live such a life."
"The eyes would be thirsty"
„for their own tears"

Don't cry, Lachchi.
Don't.

Lachchi: No one ever
asked me my wish.
And you happen to ask it today.
Do you know how difficult
it is to answer?
You are asking me to be yours,
of a stranger, on my own will.

The ghost: No, Lachchi.
I don't want to hurt you.
Instead of putting you
to any pain ... I would ...
prefer to go away.

Lachchi: Couldn't stop the one
who was going!
How can I stop the one who
wants to come?