I’ll sing in the end…
This red afterimage is departure romantics
Piling up books, the record of our rebirth comes to an end
When I woke up, it was on the ice sheet
Standing barefoot, I searched for your hand
Sitting on that chair, as if seeking
It was a promise to pass through
In the shallow breath, departure romantics
Even if I am the source of the Bodhi tree’s water
You don’t have to sing for someone else anymore
The flower that knew too much chose only these beautiful words
The story rusts away, hidden in the coat without singing
In exchange, I let go of myself many times
But in life, there’s always a “yet”
I confess to you, sunset glow romantics
Candles in the middle, telling with heat
Turning my back to that world, I wish for the last song
With this frustration, we’ll live on together
In the corner of the book, the scribbled chest is still
Because I think I haven’t even set foot at the entrance
I confess, departure romantics
Your mission is guided by love
Becoming the shoulder upon which a bird swoops down to talk
A gentle peace, and from now on, we’ll live on together