This is a story about waiting and returning. Seven letters hide all the tenderness of a young man looking out the window from his hospital bed; one shop contains all the loneliness of a girl who uses words to warm others. When lies are exposed by time, when death is overturned by love, those conversations that are seven years late will have to be rewritten word for word in the rainy season of the eighth year.
Letters are very slow, and there is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.
——May all unsent letters reach the right person one day.
