Nearest and farthest from me
Like the black petals of a flower that fades in the spring
I searched for you
Wanting to plant you before dawn
To make you grow into the shape I want
You, are the eternity that I forgot
Your long, winding road
Farther than all the sunsets
My seed sleeps in the night
I would have taken
Longer than the silence
But I stopped
At the gates of the spring
You don't come, I don't grow old
I'm gone,
Looked back so many times
Standing beside me
Always my own figure
I'm gone,
Let go of the heavy everything
You, and there is your story
Go to find tomorrow's self
Love is not as good as love
Meeting is not as good as nostalgia
Love is too difficult
Meeting is too short
To love is too hard
Meeting is too short
Coming, my heart
Going, your eyes
Your smile as you waved goodbye
Long sleep
Youth
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I have to admit that
Youth is a book that is too hasty
All the endings have already been written
All the tears have already departed.
But I forgot how it all began
In that old
Never to return summer
Only the place where we met
Prepared us for the summer of maturity
And we were always in a hurry
To continue on the journey of the unknown
Just as we were running for the morrow
Youth.
Youth, no longer a simple story
This story
There's you and me, and many others
The story of summer
In the final retrospection
I lost the words that woke you up
When the road, there's no more choice ......
Summer is a story in the distance
I didn't see your last expression
Had faith that dreams ahead
would reap all the losses ......
Summer is a story on the road
Mild and brilliant sunsets
carrying summer breezes of Letters
When my eyes gaze at your photo
Summer is the story of waiting
Past
will eventually be recognized, only
No more long stone steps
leading to the loneliest of goings
Confessions (the evening of May 20 this year)
I walk by, gently
With a breath that floats like silk
The long night behind me
Without my footprints
This night, it's so beautiful
Friends have found each other
Laughing, hugging
I walk by, like a shooting star
Cutting a line of lonesome tearstains
Are you looking up at the stars?
I want to be like them
Confessing tonight
I'm gone, to the end of the noise
No songs, only thoughts
Why don't you come, O one I love
Why don't you come?
If you come with me
I will count our footprints along the way
No longer afraid of being lost in a dream
I'm waiting, waiting for you to smile
Waiting for you to wake up with a kiss
All of them were written by myself this year, and I answered to the owner's satisfaction? I hope to adopt