The stupidest thing I have ever done is to be in the snack street downstairs of your house, in the surging flow of people, imagining that you can appear, recognize me, and go back to the moment when we first met and laughed. At that time, I would say, twenty years ago, I like you. But sometimes, time is like the most ruthless flood that carries people, little by little, it follows the established trajectory. There is something wrong, just dialing the wrong phone number, and missing it may be a lifetime. He is gone, we are far away from each other, and I have received the most beautiful gift in the world. As long as I am alive, I will look at his stars and wave to him every night. I know that he is waving too, and I miss him very much.