Even if you miss me halfway around the world, you won't be cared about as much as you imagine. Keep a weak light and light up several invisible tomorrows. The heart is a gift from the elves. If it withers or grows, no one will ask it. The ambiguous clues that were secretly in your hands at that time were one in a billion lucky, so why were you still not moved? The lover who is not far away, the two kites in the sky, familiar and then strange, the empty city of time, I feel good just thinking about you...