Some people say: I see deer when the forest is deep, whales when the sea is blue, and you when I wake up from a dream. But it is realistic: fog rises when the forest is deep, waves surge when the sea is blue, and the night continues when I wake up from a dream. No deer, no whale, no you. But in the end: deer come through the fog, whales follow the waves. If you didn't look back, how would you know that I'm not here? But it seems to me: deer are frightened when they see people and disappear deep into the forest, whales ride on the waves and are stranded in the shallows, just like I am frightened when I see you. After all: the deer is afraid of people, the tide recedes and the whale falls, the mist hides your heart. Not seeing you, not seeing me.
Intention: The past will eventually pass. If you miss it, isn't it a kind of perfection? We can't stay in our memories forever, nor can we escape reality.