For so many years, I have been taking care of the stars of all ages alone, but every day the wind is light and the clouds are calm. When I meet you, my secular world has not left. It turns out that you were with me so many years ago. For me, you once turned into a dead tree. Thank you for letting me meet you again. (You are so old and you still have the nerve to move your heart? - Then you are still crawling on me when you are young?)