It seems that all stories begin with that hug.
Even though they have known each other for so long, they are still like strangers every time they meet. One of them never makes a sound, and the other never looks up.
Every time there were many nights when he was about to collapse, he still came in dreams, even if he no longer appeared, even if he was still missed.
In eleven months, if nothing else happens, we will never see him again.
Quietly record my eleven years with you in a place you don't know.
Text/Justa
On 2020.07.09
Intention: May everything go well for you