This World Has Forgotten to Love Me

I am a lonely island, born of forgetting and accustomed to desolation. Then you wandered in by chance and wanted to settle here. I panic at the thought of you cultivating this place, and I fear even more that one day you will discover how barren it is and leave. So perhaps I should bring down the snowstorm with my own hands. “This world has forgotten to love me, but I think I’ll learn to love myself...”