Emilia:
You are the gods descending from the sky, the wind chimes in your heart are blown by the wind, and you are the stars scattered in the sky. In the dream, the magpie came to me with your favorite pencil in its mouth and pecked my shoulder. I knew you were here to see me.
Emilia, you should draw your childhood, like drawing the roses in your heart. You should not let down the season when roses are in full bloom. A whole year goes by like this, and she blooms and withers, and blooms again. You should smell her flowers and remember her scent. Go through the garden all year long so you can still smell it the next time it blooms.
You are the ghost on the streets and I will be the one who smells you.
Intention: Talk to yourself