I don't really know what to feels. that's all.

Ach, Konstanz. A little expensive beautiful city. Thousand possibilities. But unfortunately none of them are yet for me. Maybe mine is hidden somewhere between the flowers of Peaches that bloom on the side of Rhein. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Waiting is tiring. Even though you don't do anything as you wait. You think of thousand different possibilities. And being depressed by it. Oh, what are you thinking? Why don't you think something better and leave it to the flow of life? Maybe the melancholy itself that makes me live, feeling alive through days and live. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Ah yes, Bad lucks come and pass by. Push me to my limit. "Oh God, Oh God!" that's the only thing, that I can say in the midst of my greed. Hopefully. Sitting alone by the bench beside Bodensee, and hope for someone sitting by your side. comforting and say "That's good enough.". Maybe I should wait a little bit longer? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Oh my oh my, Constance. A little city, to whom I fell in Love. A little city that holds my story, my little story. May all be in peace. That's what they said. Maybe maybe maybe. But that's the only thing I can say and feel. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.