[New Poem] [Creation] Seven years later (from 25 years old)

(To tell you a secret, I am twenty-five years old.)

Will you still appear like you?

like pieces of white paper

In my palm (how cruel you are)

I don't know if I'll see you again

If this is really the end

I don't know if I should hug you

(I take a breath, thankfully it's all in the past.)

(But it makes me have a regretful imagination...)

dear friend

In a few years, I'm going from a socially fluctuating belly

escape (as if you were running away.)

But I don't really know those green days

why it seems so hard

not feeling relaxed

(How far is my ideal life from me...)

(I've never stopped looking for those over the years that make me happy,)

(But at twenty-five, it came so soon.)

How messages are delivered to your cochlea

Reminds you of a rainy night

Let's lick each other's body temperature and brush the hair away

(In the blink of an eye, it's been seven years.) Remember?

I used to carefully help you collect

your sadness