Go to the Sky to Pick Stars for You

"Hate me?" "Hate..." "That's good, then just keep hating me like this." "Can't you tell whether I hate you or not?" —— "If you really love me, don't leave." "But I will reach this point one day. Well... Just think that I am going to the sky to pick stars for you. I will come back when the time comes." "Really? I don't believe it." "Really, I keep my word. But I may come back to you in a dream, or I may turn into a ray of breeze, blowing through your hair, telling you that I am fine. Or I may be a butterfly, staying on your shoulder, telling you that I am back."