Dear warm kind eyes — (鏡花水月)
The longing nostalgia, yet factually foreign yearning, both hugs yet tears me at the same time,
As reality is as lonely as uncertainty’s gravity, sucking me into an isolation
— A pair of black holes, whose ending follows only upon the epilogue of my death.

But how can (do) I let go, when I still hope for its fruition?
But this hope, o isolated seawall, am I simply hearing the wistful echoes of my heart?
Fear and anger plague me — for the little girl who wishes to stay.

As I whisper, my narrative echoes into a song,
But one whose chorus can only be arranged upon meeting a threshold of narrative completion.
But though I try to comprehend, how can I arrange the peaks whilst the story still continues?

Will this story ever end? Or has it yet to begin?

Thine gratitude (我对你的感谢 — 너무 감사해요!)
• [(무슨) Daniel] Lily of the Valley, Bonvoyage (to you my light — 谢谢您)
• To You (내 말): To You (grateful love chronicle) — my North Star 星星 (polaris; forevermore)
(restful nights — “잘자”)