Meeting in the nursing home...
You are my brother, a brother who is not related by blood, who treats me differently from my sister.
You are my doctor, a doctor who abandons the world and treats me differently from ordinary patients.
You are my friend, a seemingly big but sensible friend, a friend who treats me differently from ordinary friends.
Thank God for allowing me to meet you, thank you for adding the colors I dream of in my windless world...