In the bottom of her heart, there was such a person from beginning to end.
Not a passerby, not a friend, not a lover.
It's not unfamiliar, but it seems like I've never been familiar with it before.
Look at him from a distance, see him walking, see him talking to others, see him side by side with other girls.
In dreams that others will never know, that figure appears repeatedly.
Like a hungry passerby, wanting to see him; but at the moment he saw him, he felt embarrassed and didn't want to clumsily reveal anything.
He will always be in her heart, in her dreams, and in her life.
He was like her Tadzio, leaving her in a state of despair...