Perhaps the air moves slowly in the dead of night, and my longing for you lingers, shifting from left to right. During the day, you shine as brightly as the sun at its zenith; at night, perhaps you, like everyone else, drift off to sleep gently and peacefully. If you feel weary, I wish to use the beautiful dreams that exist because of you to pray for your tranquility. Goodnight, my number 99 boy. By Ivan Image: logo
