#PI As if we had no tomorrow, as if it were only what lies right before us, as if I had never left—yet still taking up all the space in your heart. Your eyes are brimming with anticipation, and my heart is filled with the future. Love and affection linger in the air, and you realize that the feeling is no longer there. Quietly, you refuse to speak—only lowering your head, searching for a way to be free of it. The you in front of me is my dearest; how could I not understand that the vanished years have already turned into wounds? I’m even more familiar with so many helpless things—I don’t want to see you with tearful, blurred eyes. I become the night wind, slowly blowing, gently carrying you. On the road of life, you go on.