Those wandering winds, and the childlike faces blown by the wind.
Those crystal-like words I once said, and the clear blue sky high above.
Just like the wet and cold fingertips at this moment, and the uneven path of sadness it scratched on the edge of the mahogany window.
For a long time.
I stayed in that empty world for a long time, leaving only me alone. Together with the snow in winter and the sunshine in summer, they put a mark on the lips of promise.
If you can hear it.
If you still remember.
If you still love me.