I fantasize about meeting you again every day, and I forget that the city is so big and your circle is so wide. It's just that I love this kind of fantasy. I fantasize that maybe one day when I am holding a big tree and vomiting wildly, you see me and ask me if I am okay, then I will bravely hug you and never let you go. I fantasize that maybe I saw you and your group of brothers having fun while shopping, and I would talk to you calmly. I imagined that when I lowered my head and played with my phone, I received a text message from you. You told me that you just passed me by and you were doing well. And I am not brave, I am cowardly. I think maybe if we really meet one day, the best scene would be that you freeze in place, while I turn a blind eye, lowering my head and crying.