May You Be as Safe as Floating Dust

At the age of seventeen, we were wild and uninhibited, At twenty-seven, we were submissive. The best of him, Always stay twenty-seven. When he hesitates, She crossed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and carried the stars with her, Come and hug him. He said his dream is, "Spend the rest of your life with someone." She is lying in a wheelchair, Reading what he wrote in his own hand, Three thousand two hundred and seventy-seven letters.