Now I give you back to the world. You want to be nice.
When I was young, I liked listening to songs on winter afternoons. You were waving from the balcony opposite, the sun was shining brightly, and I always pretended not to see you in the sunshine.
Later, I listened to you singing in a packed house, and I waved the light stick in my hand. Did you see it?
You sang a song "Mid-Air" on the stage, and I cried like a fool in the dark. The dazzling young man under the spotlight, let's say goodbye and never see each other again.
Intention: Now I return you to the world. You want to be nice.