Love exists but with an absence of eternity. At the first moment of a lover’s encounter, there is an affirmation of love; psychologically lunacy, emptiness, panic, delusions that the moment will last forever. I’m ceased by desire. I hide behind my back.. and postpone all answers.
"When you see a shooting star, you want to make a wish, right? What kind of wishes will you make? I know it’s childish, but I’m going to wish to meet a fateful love. The wish you make on the stars… wouldn’t it be okay even if it’s a bit like a fairytale?"