Love, joy or sorrow, excitement, like mania. We look for more and more love to fill the wounds, but are hurt at the same time. I often miss us when we were young. You hug me and kiss my cheek in the crowd. You are always so calm, as if you let go of your hands to ask for love. We were once similar, we were also very good sisters, but we just had different ways of doing things, so we became estranged. You said you wanted a happy ending, so I fulfilled your wish and started writing a Happy Ending for you.