Another translation I found on Tumblr
The depths of the water resemble the sky.
The glimmering of the light through the water looks just like flower petals on the breeze.
Beautiful, and somehow sad.
I had a feeling that someone was calling, “Luna”. A loved one.
Perhaps it is because I have been wishing to meet him for so long, that his face appears floating on the other side of the shimmering water.
His lips form the word, “Luna”.
His brows are furrowed as he shouts.
His face, looking as though he might cry at any moment, hasn’t changed a bit, even now he has grown up..
Not a bit, from twelve years ago when we had just met.
I see him reach out to me, desperately.
That hasn’t changed either.
It happened on that day twelve years ago, in my home of Tenebrae.
The Niflheim Empire’s soldiers attacked Fenestala Manor.
It was all too sudden. My hand was taken, and we ran.
Escape or be killed. Not myself.
Someone more important than myself, Prince Noctis.
Though I had not yet assumed my duty as Oracle, I understood the fate that was mine to bear.
To support the King- the boy who would someday become King.
Even if I had to sacrifice myself.
That was the mission the Gods had given me.
If they took me, they would not be able to escape.
But without me, if it were Noctis alone, King Regis would certainly be able to escape to safety.
And so I let go. I wasn’t afraid.
Just sad, when I thought that this might be the last time we met.
Even so, if it meant that Noctis could live...
I watched as the voice shouting “Luna” and the hand reaching out for me with all its might faded into the distance.
I kept my face up and looked forward, because I didn’t want to forget his image, his voice.
Even when the Empire surrounded me, I couldn’t move from that spot.
The image of him as a child, burned into my eyelids, overlaps with his now-grown face.
This is goodbye, Noctis.
And yet, for some reason, it’s sadder this time.
It hurts like a knife in my body.
Though I have grown so much older since that day, though I am an adult now, I have formally become the Oracle, though it’s been a long time.
Why is it, that I want to cry like a naive child?
…No, no, I will not.
I want him to remember my smiling face.
I smile with all my strength and quietly reach out my hand.
Before I knew it, a blue flower had appeared in my hand.
One of the sylleblossoms that I loved so much.
I’ll give this flower to you. Surely. Because this is the end.
From now on, I’ll be watching over you from somewhere not too far away.
Farewell, dear Noctis.
More slowly than they did on that day, the hands we reach out to each other part.
I’m glad that we’re underwater.
In the water, he won’t know if I shed tears.
I sink. Not even the light reaches here.
To the deep bottom of the water. Far away.
Ah, now I can raise my voice and cry.
Noctis won’t be able to hear me.
Though the sorrow was ever-present, my loneliness and fear vanished without a trace.
As Gentiana’s gentle hand brought peace to me, I gave my body over to sleep.
It was a mysterious sleep.
Calling it a daze might have been closer.
The gap between dream and reality was a warm place.
All thoughts with form vanished, and I lost my sense of time, there was only a hazy warmth.
How long did I spend like that?
My body suddenly began to float.
I was bewildered by the clear difference in sensation to before.
It was like an awakening.
No, it was an awakening.
When I force my heavy eyelids open, pain and sensation assaults my eyeballs.
An unpleasant taste enters my mouth when I open it to breathe.
I’m underwater. My hands immediately find ground.
Fortunately, it was not particularly deep water.
Coughing violently, Lunafreya heaves herself upward.
It seems that the water was by no means clean.
I felt like there was dust in both of my eyes.
Each time I blinked, tears poured out.
“Where am I…?”
