The world is big and we are small, but we can decide a lot. The blue of the sky can be pure hope, and a corner of the horizon can be the dawn of sunrise.
Don't think of me when you are sad. I am not a spare tire or your harbor.
You are my dream of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and I am your dispensable person. After all, this arrow that crosses mountains and rivers stabs emotional and morbid people.
Don't waste time looking back on what has been lost, look forward, because time will not go back.
Even if I walk among thousands of people, I can recognize you at a glance. Because everyone else walks on the ground and you walk on my heart.