I still remember that when I was young, on that journey, the veiled woman said softly to me
Don't miss the unintentional tenderness in the years
When I crossed Lake Posna with my luggage and hid in the train toilet crying my eyes out, I didn't know that after the train arrived at the station, an even bigger fog was waiting for me...
The first time I met him was in a hotel, but what I was looking for was another person, Martito, my lost city.