Dear Miss Far,

I was standing here in the middle of this city named Berlin, which is probably one of the most beautiful cities on earth, listening to this 20-year-old young man’s sorrow.

It was a wonderful night, Ms. Far, but I was not sure if the beauty of it diminished a little bit since you weren’t there waiting for me. The night fell gradually without making any sound, and the air was cool, breezing onto my face like the sweetest touch of yours.

I remember thinking of your body when this young man beside me wept and told me about the woman in his life. How could I not think of it, Ms. Far? The night of Berlin was seducing my nerve and my soul, and I didn’t even know how to fight the feeling or stop her from doing this.

I think somehow I’ve lost my immunity, in this weird, serious but incredibly sexy city.

Are you getting mad at me, Ms. Far? The stories are all the same after all──no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I always meet people with the same story, in every corner of the world. Baltimore, Santiago, New South Wales, Paris, Cebu, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Singapore, Venice, London, Los Angeles, and Tokyo. So why would I pay more attention to this young man from Berlin, Ms. Far, than all other persons from other cities, while I could think of something more interesting, like your smile, your lips, your freckles, your hair, your eyes──or your body?

Perhaps you can tell me the reason.

The young man just shaved his mustache, which surely made him look too young. He told me he lost his heart, and how hard he had been trying to find it back. I suggested him to a doctor, but the only reaction of his was to give me a strange look.

Ms. Far, I think at the very moment I saw a younger version of me－－or you may say, a ghost──who had exactly the same passionate eyes as I did when I was younger. The difference was I had lost my courage long time ago while he still had　some, and at the same time he had lost his spirit while I still had mine. The reason was quite clear, and simple－－perhaps too clear and simple that he couldn’t even believe that was the case. We both lost something, and had been fighting really hard to find it. I know we would never succeed, but sometimes feeling lost could be another way of living.

I began to think that the girl he mentioned may never exist, or at most it was only a dream. I do not believe there isn’t any girl that’s better than you, Far, the woman who always keeps me on the run.

Or perhaps there are so many you in this world, smiling and tearing people’s heart apart.