2021.11.13.
Golden Days
Now, time is in the transition of eras.Even when I go to unsurprising directions.
Now, this town has become a city of tragedy.
Do you understand? The answer...
No one knows it.
In the cloudless sky, there’s a gold colored crack.
I weave between the trembling people and fall.
I get swallowed by the raging seas and even when I tremble a little...
I’m okay, I hold my breath.
With sarcastic experiences and dripping blood. I’m just trying to stitch together my dying words.
The excitement of my teens and tons of my memories.
Are just futile.
Let’s steal the setting sun’s soft sound.
I’ll get my hands on a new body.
Neglect your talents.
And envy love.
We, who run modest actions.
We exhaled.
In your clear proximity, there are gold colored days.
In the flickering street lights, crawl on the ground, now I say goodbye.
There’s a leaning shadow in the sunlit windowpane.
Look at it, it’s being filled now.