This world is busy and bustling with people. Only he and the boy are missing.
We looked at each other in the mirror, and after so many years, time had never been gentle, and my soul had no peace. I am the one who is unwilling to give in, the one who is angry is me, the one who is sad is me, and the one who cannot go back is me.
I can't stop, I can't stay, the boy under the poplar tree, it's you, it's me, it's us.
I want to search, I want to reunite, with smiles, hugs, and tears. Have you ever seen a boy like me? He may be confused or silent. Wherever he wanders, there he is an exile. His whereabouts are unknown and I have nothing. God, forgive me. I never believed in you. Now I come to ask you. May he be safe, may he be happy, and may we see you again.
——Samuel
Intention: I want to search, I want to meet again, with a smile, with a hug, with tears.