To you, I am too sentimental, self-indulgent and childish. My hands are too small to catch you.
You belong to the sky.
So Mike, fly high and proud and free!
顽张???！舞句??.
If there is really the Santa Claus, I'll keep praying.
It is a mercy that I met you. I'll never forget everything about you. You'll always have my love with all my heart and soul.
Thank you, Mike, for everything.
There is no Goodbye, Only the endless memories. Truly, Madly, Deeply and Sadly.
Love you,
Joey
Taipei, 5:16am
P.S. Mike, I'm okay.
I am brave.