In the chaotic and noisy world, you and I seem to be performing a mime, silent and colorless, and no one knows. Thank you for showing up when I was seventeen. It's a pity that we couldn't experience the long-distance love. It was just an acquaintance at the age of seventeen, and there was no follow-up.
Later, I don't know if you are happy or not, or if you still remember me.
Intention: to commemorate, to remember.