Emerald

(...)

Sometimes i miss home.

I heard he's waiting for me.

20 years and he still hasn't gotten married.

I want to visit the Ficheries Department.

There is a park with trees pruned into animal shapes.

It's a hot spot for lovers do make out under the animal-shaped trees.

I even wrote a poem for him.

How does it go?

Oh, love bud, how I've watched you grow

Oh, love bud, how I've watched you grow

Will you blossom for me to see

to smell your forbidden scent?

As time passes…

I… I…

What's next?

I can't remember.