“I… I can’t speak much… Words don’t come to me that well. Walking is hard too. I miss you and want to see you, but suddenly get sleepy. Even now, being with you like this, I really want to make you laugh, but I… I don’t know how. I can’t think of any words. I want to hug you, but it seems impossible to me. Haesoo… let me out. Being here… I don’t feel like myself. If seeing Kangwoo is a hallucination of mental disorder, I will cure it by my own will. Can you please… trust me and let me out? The “me” here is not the real “me”. I just can’t bear this tortured feeling anymore. I… feel like dying…” — [When the wind comes, embrace it; let it stay then leave. When sorrow comes, embrace it; let it stay then leave. Isn’t that pain existed to be felt? Of course it hurts, but in the end, you will heal.] Jang Jaeyeol, you are just like this beautiful poem. Everything will pass, everything will be okay.