I stand quietly by the lake with you
Watching the orange waves before sunset
Flowers and trees lose their color in this season
Reeds grow wildly
The air is no longer humid
The hand you hold tightly with me is warm and dry
It's getting darker
The lights on the other side come on
Your silhouette is wrapped in dark blue
My love pours out for you like moonlight
long night
We are one of thousands of mottled shadows
The galaxy is not breathing
What passed by my ears was the sound of wind
Intention: I hope to write down the moments that are imprinted on all ordinary days before they are forgotten, even if the process is painful.