It's not like I wanted anything grand. But everyone around me worries more than I do. They say I won't be able to do anything if I keep going like this.

Just endure so you don't break. I pray every night. This feeling will pass too. So it doesn't just end predictably. Before I get exhausted, before this sentiment fades.

I have to meet you.

Seoul. A busy street. This winter has been exceptionally cold. I wonder if it will be a White Christmas.