Sleep now or forever hold your peace. This vicious rain cleansed everything. So I'm keeping both my hands clasped where I can see them, cause it seems like everyone needs something to cling to. It seems like everyone needs somebody, but me. For the entire winter, we wandered up and down every single street. Looking for hope and solace, all we found was bitter sadness. The leaves turned into ash, and hope into desperation. But when I found the end, I could only miss myself. Sometimes I just miss everything about this place, and sometimes I just miss everything. I don't need anyone anymore; I'm fine.

It took 13 years to rebuild the bridge.