No one remembers her.
Forgotten in the cracks of time.
But if you ask her -
She would say: It doesn't matter. Wherever I have drifted, it is enough for the water to remember me.
If you are a duckweed tossed in the sea,
Then I will transform into this vast body of water.
The light will go out and people will leave.
But the road will not be broken.
You turned to this page.
Is she still there now?
Intention: The light will go out and people will leave. But the road will not be broken. Wherever you walk, flowers will bloom.