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The work place at dusk.

Although the light is soft and makes everything look gentle,

Only the true outline will be clarified.

You were always there.

Not to make something,

You re breathing the same air next to me.

At first, that was enough.

Even though the words should not have had any special meaning,

For some reason, it remained a little deeper.

You laugh a lot.

But sometimes I shut up.

I felt that silence was saying much more.

One day I realized.

With you, it goes well.

The air is ready.

The people and the flow become a little kinder.

But at the same time I got scared.

I wonder what this is.

Are you just someone you're with?

Or is it something more different?

Without giving an answer,

I changed my distance and muddled my words.

If you get closer, you might break it.

If you leave, you might lose it.

You were still next to me.

Sometimes with a wounded face,

Still, without leaving.

One night, you suddenly disappeared.

Just that,

It became quiet as if the sound had disappeared.

Then I finally thought.

Oh, i.

I didn't put you down for something.

Even to make it work,

Even to fill the loneliness,

Not even to keep yourself.

I just wanted you to be there.

That was it.

But, uh,

Without telling it properly,

It was certainly treated like a role.

I wonder what you were a person for.

Think, think,

But there was only one answer.

I don't need a reason.

It was necessary.

It's not about naming things.

It was to see properly.

That you are you.