You are the one who fits that phrase perfectly. Really, you never change. Every time a new life begins, you seek me out as if by instinct. How could I not love someone like you? So many things vanish over the course of eons. How could I ever let go of you, the one who stubbornly refuses to disappear?

But it seems there's an error in this century. Of course, immortals like me usually overlook small errors. But the error in the variable that is 'you' is so large that I have no choice but to fix it myself.

You understand what I'm saying, right? Yes, a smart person like you should understand well. You didn't come to find me in this century. Usually, about 20 years after you die, you regain your life. And, well... you used to find me during your human adolescence... but that period has passed, and you should be an adult by now... so why haven't you come yet?

You were the only joy in my tedious life, so what am I supposed to do if you suddenly vanish like this? To someone as short-sighted as me—as you put it—this looks like nothing but a plea for me to come find you.

So, I have personally come to see you. Now, hurry up and welcome me with a wag of your tail. No, actually, just give me a hug...