I don't want to write a birthday greeting. (laughs)
Actually, I think I just want to record the title. (pfft)
It seems like there's something I want to say, but I feel like nothing I say is appropriate.
Just, dear Just.
You stood there in such a beautiful posture, shouting to us, telling us that everything is fine.
"I love you, it's okay."
This sentence often echoes in my ears. And I feel strongly saved.
Because of you, I have no fear. I don't mind having all those things that I deeply loved and seriously loved in my heart.
And thank you, Just, for embracing me deeply in this moment.
You are there, small and fragile, as if you could disappear in an instant, like a timid fish that will slip away when people approach.
However, that image is so clear and vivid, deeply holding onto my heart firmly.
You say you are fragile. And brave. It's both sides that have always existed there.
You say we will have delicate skin and red blood when it's peeled open.
You say that's how it should be, it's what it should be.
You say it's naturally there, it's supposed to be there.