We are all fish in the ocean of loneliness, eager to breathe the air outside of loneliness. However, apart from loneliness, we are no longer who we are. Love has come and gone, just like the wind, elusive. Those who have loved and held hands are left alone in time. No one can predict what kind of person we will meet at the next corner, who will accompany us for a while, or maybe, accidentally, we will go forever.