In point of fact, I have many a thing to talk with you, my most reliable and trustworthy friends.

I wish to speak but do not on a second thought somehow.

I would like to unfold myself in the face of you with utter nudity on account of my ecstasy of joy or my immense grief.

You whether know or not?  Beat me.

Maybe time, place, people, that is, are the gap between us.