The will that couldn’t be stopped by these hands,
It was thrown with such force.
If my body had accompanied it,
Countless bruises would have formed.
Someone, in their impression of it,
Had replaced the subject with the word “public”
Carried as the icon of connection,
On the other side, there was a lingering resentment of division.
There was no absolute certainty,
Completely determined by 0s or 1s.
A tolerance where we could acknowledge each other halfway,
That’s what we wanted.
The lack of such leeway in this place,
I already painfully understood.
Setting aside that resentment, lifting it up,
We came this far just because “we like each other,”
Today.
The heart has been shaken
To the point that these hands can’t catch it.
Enchanted by that scene once again,
I entrusted my wishes here.
Someone easily dismissed this structure,
Calling it a fake.
Still, everything that made this moment,
I just thought of it as real.
A collection of phonemes,
Completely determined by 0s or 1s.
Not feeling pain was the only fortunate thing,
Amidst misfortune.
Being able to immerse ourselves in fiction like this,
That was our privilege.
The achievements of such human endeavors,
Have made fiction a reality,
Today.
Like a Cinderella story,
A transport that connects our memories,
The power and proxy heading upward,
An approach that propels life,
Reverse, the system of action and persistence,
The background that cannot be defined in words,
In the mechanisms of movies and machinery,
Not even a single piece can be torn apart,
Our direction!
The will that couldn’t be stopped by these hands,
It carried determination.
If my body had accompanied it for sure,
I would have been completely crushed.
It was the proof of our attempts,
Opening up widely.
The lines of these numerous facts,
Have connected us to the present.
Sparkling, overlapping from 0 to 1,
There was something certain.
Our life, thoughts, aspects,
Everything has constantly changed.
Weaving such nonfiction,
That was our life.
To create a future from such past and present,
Today.