Saturday, June 6, 2026

You are as fleeting as time, like flowing water.

 Life is fleeting like flowing water, but you have taken root in my heart. I wonder if you think of me in the dead of night, when I occasionally recall you. I wonder where you are now, unable to find you, standing still, hoping for your return. Tomorrow, in

the future , I long to see you . Only by rushing through each day can I numb myself from not wanting to think about you. But even when I do think about you, I still can't forget you.

No comments:

Post a Comment

How are you in my memory?

 That night, standing on the podium, your image suddenly appeared in my mind. For a fleeting moment, I tried desperately to grasp it, but it...