You are one of my sibling of this odyssey.
The special condition of emotional touch that I ever be.
It seem your head is made of black river stone,
The story that you never told to me has left behind.
You use to depriciate me, and I always try not to neglect you,
at least, I always feel like I am a stranger without a name.
How annoying I am, anachronism future that I dream.
and You always such a reality person alive in this world.
You choose your own way without I know when will I see you again…