#What it's like to miss someone#
Missing a person is in the city where he is, and every landscape seems to have his figure. Only because of the days I used to be with him, where the restaurants have been, where the supermarkets have been visited, where the scenery has been walked, walking on every street of the city, you can clearly recall the way it was, trance like yesterday.
Leaving the city where he was, everything would remind him of him, because he had eaten together, written papers together, made board newspapers together, picked up couriers together, and trained together.
Missing is not acacia becoming a disease medicine stone is difficult to heal, not tearing the heart and lungs to break the intestines, but "knowing to see the sky and the twilight to see the clouds, walking also thinking of the jun, sitting also thinking of the jun", is entangled and entangled.
