"Brother, maybe one day I will leave here." "When will I leave." "Maybe soon, maybe very slowly." "Leave where?" "Go to a place I don't want to go." "Since I don't want to go, why do I have to go?" "Because I have to go." "You" "Brother, why are you talking so much today!"
Intention: What you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled. Time has played a joke, but the person I like is filled with starlight and walks with the light.