The memories of loving someone like you
Are a flower that grew watered with tears.
My heart that wandered not knowing where to go
Has today finally arrived at goodbye.
The distance to
Where you live two stops away—why has it become so far?
It's just like
We live on opposite ends of the earth.
Because you are the wind,
I can't grasp you in my hands,
But I live through the day
With memories of warmth.
Because I'm still in love,
Because I still have feelings that never bloomed,
I'll put it off to tomorrow again:
The act of forgetting you.
Having found hundreds of reasons
Why you left me, I'm in regret—
But I can't find
Even one reason I could get you back.
Because you are the wind,
I can't grasp you in my hands,
But I live through the day
With memories of warmth.
Because I'm still in love,
Because I still have feelings that never bloomed,
I'll put it off to tomorrow again:
The act of forgetting you.
A year passes, and I stand in spring once again.
You bloom so beautifully that it hurts.
It's been a year.
I've forgotten to death.
And yet it won't go away.
If I were the wind,
If I couldn't become invisible,
Even if I remained by your side,
It wouldn't hurt.
If I were the rain,
Then every time you're sad,
If I fell onto your cheek,
I too would become a tear.
🎨 Golden Child Sketches p.s. i still can't draw facial features hehe p.p.s. this was originally posted on my personal fb account and on my twitter accont for golcha (yyooniverse)