It seems that we are in an endless loop, constantly separated and reunited. Until death, and quietly waiting for rebirth. From the trembling expectation, to the mercy that I beg from time every second. Then came the expected but unexpected parting. Maybe we knew the ending from the beginning, maybe the so-called mercy of time is just our self-comfort of drowning in time, but we are still getting closer to each other, even if the steps are small, we are working hard to get closer. We opened the curtain, bathed in the sunshine, and were tempered by time, deceiving each other about "eternity". A creature that longs for affection but cannot get it, a creature that is always alone even though there are so many people around it, is an alien being exiled from the world. That's you, and me.