This life is like a boat that keeps sailing through calm waters and stormy waves, spending time laughing and wiping away tears, because it’s not possible that a hundred percent of life is full of happiness, right?
The wind that darkens me from this moment seems to carry away all the comfort that sparkled in my head.
But, are you really okay there?
The thought of life after death makes me hesitant; is there a way for me to meet you again in a new dimension?
Without the painful separation that makes me fall and can’t stand up anymore. The wind gust makes me feels like your hand was about to touch my forehead and say, “it’s no big deal, we’ll definitely meet again.”
Hey, why are you so sure?
While me up to this moment, still don’t believe that you’re really not here anymore, sailing through the silent sea and disappearing into the layers of my memory.
While me five years later, still crying for you and hoping that it’s just a nightmare that’s coming to an end.
There’s still a lot I want to tell you, but it seems like you’re busy up there.
The rain falls, dampening my expectations carried by the rushing stream that seems to say that sincerity is the best path.
That shiny wedding dress design you showed me that time seems won’t happen anyway.
It turns out to be me wearing all-black every time.
Until we meet again where we will be sheltered by rainbows and smiling clouds, and of course, without someone leaving behind again.
Wait, does such a place really exist, though?
