The time is quiet and good, talking to you, the years are flowing slowly, and I am with you. The prosperity has faded, and I am old with you. I miss someone, the boy wearing a denim jacket and whistling sitting next to me. The winter sunlight shines through the car window and surrounds him warmly. Later, he let go, and her heartbreak mixed with rain sprinkled that winter. The love that circulates in fairy tales can never compete with reality. Stay safe, my dear.