My dear, this is our story. The more I want to forget, they appear in front of me again and again like reincarnation. Perhaps, in the vast sea of people, we can find many similar figures at a turn or at a street corner. However, in my short life, no one can give me so much security and trust.
My dear, how I hope that one day in the future, you will accidentally read this article, face where I am, raise the coffee in your hand, smile to the air and say: "How are you now?"
I think that when I am in a foreign country, I will definitely feel your sincere greetings.