It's been eight years. It's supposed to be a long time. How many years can a man have in his life?
It's good to sleep and write, but I'm going through the past. Maybe I'll see you born!
I was going to go straight to 2030, but then I thought, "Your life is so busy and time is often not enough, so can I enjoy your time first?" But I can't wait to see you! And I've had enough of the boring moon, and if I'm as indifferent to the value of time as they are, would I make you sick?