Asha, a girl living on an island with the longest summer in the kingdom,
receives a letter full of resentment after her sister Aila’s wedding.
[To the cold-hearted and heartless Miss Aila]
The sender is Carol, a peer who was toyed with by her sister.
The sickly Asha responds to the unidentified boy in her sister’s place.
[How did you get to know Aila? Since when have you been exchanging letters?
If you still have a bit of kindness left, please send a reply.]
[To the kind letter thief
Does it amuse you to see a man miserably floundering in heartbreak?
It’s a comfort to know that it brought some vitality to your boring bedridden life.]
The correspondence that began out of curiosity gradually fills with ‘secrets’ they don’t tell others.
[Tell me about yourself. Did you decide to go to the party alone?
Or with that boy who carried your luggage home?
P.S. The moon was beautiful today too. It had a reddish tint like crushed cherries.]
However, Carol’s news, delivered through the postman in the picture,
suddenly stops at some point……
[When I grow up, shall I come to meet you first?]
Even as the unsent sentences that we revise over and over pile up, can we continue our letters?
