[Wedge]
When I stood in the so-called future,
Looking back at the yellowed memory.
Those mottled light and shadow pictures contain the curvature of the corners of your mouth.
Those riddled with sorrows have your soothing warmth.
Among those inevitable clichés are your gentle eyes.
In those days of mine,
There is a you.
If things go on like this, those things that I can't do anything about, birth, old age, illness and death, time passes by.
Looking up, you have a long smile.
You are that irreplaceable gentle sunshine.