My eyes can only see you, my ears can only hear you, my hands can only hold you, and my feet can only follow you - there is nothing else in this world except you, but the only thing that can touch is your back. The incomplete light interweaves into broken words, gathering in your back, "I want to be with you, always together. Always." Repeat it before you look back, but you can't hear it, because it is a taboo sentence, which will dye you deep black, so you are not allowed to hear it, let it settle in the slight wind and dissipate into clouds. Can you really not hear it? In fact, it's not - you look at the sky and smile, but you are sadder than crying. You are pretending. Only by pretending not to hear can you give yourself a reason to stay, stay where you are, guard the promise, and never separate.