Mr. Song has been with me for five years. My life stopped at the end of March 2000, the end of spring.
I came here in spring, and after a few years, I left again in spring.
I was born in the north and died in the south. Mr. Song described me as a dragonfly pacing on the duckweed.
He said: "You are always reluctant to stay, even if it is for the people who love you."
Decision: But it's up to you to decide...