"He's paddling back and fort, but the tide was low and he was high. I watched the scene from the wooden boat and I was reminded why I'm in love with the world too. He was stern in his boyish smile and light steps. Somehow he reminded me of spring scent and fresh lemongrass. How the year felt like passing too fast with his presence. Near and undivided by time zone. The time, with him, was infinite. Because it felt surreal yet it left marks and memories. He guarded in a wandering will, saying that there's a room to make mistakes. Because this life, as he said, is too precious not to be lived."