Sometimes I have dreams about life and death in bed. But Tumi still occupies eternity in my memory, from before to now.
Tumi, Tumi.
It is often the lost things in memories that are more valuable.
I once owned a Tumi jungle, which was given to me by Jibu. He said that roses were not suitable for me, and stubbornly gave me a mountain of roses.
I love that splendid mountain forest.
That is what I once had, but now, all that remains of it is a small flower that has begun to dry up, inserted in front of my window.