Anyone's name can be called easily, but there is only his, that special existence...
Anyone's gaze can be accepted calmly, but only his, that special existence...
Why can't I just not care at all? For you, what is your existence? Perhaps, I only feel a little bit that you are so similar to me, almost instinctively, I can't control myself, I want to go to you, I want my reflection to be reflected in your pupils, I want to hear your lips gently calling that one thing that only you can call, unique...