You can call me 106. 

I pray that the soft wind roaming all over this world gives you my words, says that: "The world is cruel, but i'm still beside you." 

"The wind, which had wandered everywhere from the begining, is meeting its fated wall untimately." 

"If we meet each other again in the rest of my life, i swear, at that time, your hand can't slip through my fingers, my beloved fool." 

"If devoting my heart to you is my fate, i'm so sorry that i will have to utter a refusion."