It was a terrible mistake to have entered your life, sparrow. Even now, being in your midst makes me uncomfortable. It’s not that you’re a detestable person, sparrow; in fact, I think most people will admit to the pleasure of being in your company. But not me. Somehow, something about you disquiets me. It makes me unhappy. And so whenever I’m with you, I keep more silent than usual. Sometimes, I try to say something funny, but most of the time, the motivation is lacking. With you, I am lost – I don’t know how to feel.