Bai Mu, I've been thinking a lot lately, people are really strange animals.
Obviously I have spent many years alone, but when I have someone to accompany me, I can no longer bear the silence and loneliness of being alone.
Now I am in Seoul, 2,700 kilometers away from the sanatorium. The air here is so cold that it turns to frost when I breathe. There was only the sound of howling wind passing through the room.
I'm here thinking of you.
Would you still not want to take medicine and make a fuss with your aunt?
Are you still haunted by nightmares and whimpering helplessly at night?
Will you still dance and sing around the room?
Will you still wait for me?