Our stories are like the spring that does not sprout, the summer that blooms but not blooming, the autumn that decays under the fallen leaves, and the winter that is covered by rain, snow and cold wind. I always imagine that the separation from you is only temporary, but it turns out that once I say goodbye, I will never see you again.
++I have heard your breathing coming and going, and seen your eyes. The story is a one-man show performed by me alone, and you are my thoughts that gradually fall and disappear.
++I think maybe I should let you go.
Purpose: Establish a correct view of love