I wanted to write a poem for you, but forgot how to begin. I wanted to sing a song for you, but forgot how to open my mouth. I once wrote poems for you and sang songs for you. Later on, I left home and followed you, forgetting how to write poetry or sing. But I'm not afraid because of your love. Later on, I found that there's a corner missing from your love. So my heart broke into pieces, scattering flowers all over the ground. I want to write a poem for you, I want to sing for you, I want to make up for that missing corner, but I find myself so insignificant like a single leaf. Listen, loneliness is singing. Look, solitude is writing poetry.