I have a disease, an incurable disease.
But it has become the tether between you and me, connecting my heart with yours.
I dreamed that I was a vampire.
In the same year, I became very nearsighted, to the point where I didn't want to see the sun when I opened my eyes.
In fact, I also want to live in the dark, living a life where I can't see my fingers.
Try to become a vampire-like person who doesn't understand society, life, or you. I don't want to live so tiredly.
It's better to lock yourself in a person's cage and become isolated from the world. I thought so.
That year my father died, that year you dropped out of school, and that year, I didn't know anything.
But my mother's remarriage allowed me to understand you in a real sense.
I don't know why you want to distance yourself from me. Obviously you are so warm, so like the sun, and so dazzling.
I reach out to touch you, but no matter how hard I try to run to your side, I still can't reach you, right?
But there's something I think you won't understand.
In that green summer, you lived three inches deep on the left side of my chest.