Star, old star, the passage of a star attracts the attention of the sky, and your departure attracts whose attention. I hope that one morning, you can come in the sunshine and say to me: I have been waiting for a long time, I am here. I just wish I could: wait for the leaves to fall, wait for the wind to come, and wait for your return.
Intention: Waiting is my normal state. I don't know who I am waiting for. I only know that my salvation will not come again.