When I wake up and see you open your eyes. You wanted to say something, you kept silent. I don’t know where we disappeared. When I read a boring poem, I read a boring poem and it struck me: The summer was quite all right after all, autumn and winter. I had not yet met you. When I wrote your name in the shadows, a ray of sun fell through my window. You must not disappear. Then someone tried his hand at literary debate. The sentences are an ocean. It is like that.