At the Begaining
I never thought that summer nights in HOLY LAND could be so quiet and desolate. The one after another chirping cicadas and frog noises were amplified into an empty echo in my eardrums. Under the gloomy gray-red night, the shadows of the dancing trees enveloped a large area of loneliness, and the blue lake surface reflected the cold light. I shivered, straightened my back and continued to move forward...
The lights flickered in the distance, and the oncoming wind made my eyes blurry with tears. I still kept my eyes wide open, even though I had given up hope that you would show up.
How long have I been gone? The stiff limbs began to resist my willfulness, and the thick breath clearly confused me.
Can't you say it? Or choose to escape?
The source of memory, in that light dream that seems to be filled with mist, all the good things have been erased by you without leaving a trace.
In the end, it was too late to say those words to you, the one I love so much
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