Introduction
I remember you, you were my duty.
In the hut, the days go by slowly.
But it's not always the same.
Did you know that the same sky takes a slightly different shape every day?
In the forest, there live many birds whose names I don't know.
How cool would it be if you could call these creatures by their names?
Birds communicate with each other in a language that only they understand.
Some days she chirps as if she's chatting, and other days she acts loudly as if she's having a heated discussion.
How cool would it be if you could understand her dialogues?
At the academy, I learned philosophy, mathematics, and oratory, but I did not learn the language of birds.
So, as you say, I'm "uselessly smart."
Do you know something?
The weather here is very harsh.
Getting out of bed became harder and harder.
But in the forest, you have to be hardworking to survive the winter.
At the break of dawn, I wake up from my bed.
This happens even though there is no one to wake me up.
Of course, from that time on, the birds start singing in search of food, which makes it harder not to wake up.
A few days ago, I placed a bird feeder in front of the hut for the forest birds that spend the winter here.
I put something of the oats and barley I got in it, and the birds seem to like it very much.
Do you like these stories?
I still don't know you.
I wanted to read the many stories in your eyes.
Things like your past and future that I don't know.
I even had a dream immersed in the shade of a tree, which was reflected in your eyes.
Knowing it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.
Maybe we were two different species.
Such as swallows and nightingales.
Even if we stay up countless nights, our chirps won't reach each other.
I remember you, you were my duty.
In the forest, I will definitely remember you.
A few days ago, heavy snow fell.
The snow that had accumulated up to the knee had not yet melted.
While I was clearing the snow accumulated in front of the hut, I remembered you.
It's just a moment of a lone hut in a snow-covered forest under a gray sky, but moment after moment, it sticks with me.
There was a birch tree.
Without papers.
A birch tree with dry branches, stretched out as if supporting the forest.
I remembered that I was with you in the birch forest in the summer.
It was the birch forest in your green eyes.
It was the green of summer in them.
While you were with me, what did you feel?
Were you a little happy?
I ask a message I will never send.
This question will forever remain unanswered.
As I always do, I will assume what I want.
Because you turned a blind eye to my stubbornness, I think you will do it this time too.
I look out the window and see it snowing again.
Have you ever heard the sound of snow falling before?
When I'm alone in the woods, I feel isolated and alone, as if the whole world has abandoned me.
At those times, I spend the night staring into an empty wine glass.
In a hut where no one visits, I will endure day after day, reminiscing.
I remember you, you were my duty.