Still remember the promise made in midsummer when I was seventeen
that sunny afternoon
The accompaniment of cicadas and the humming of the breeze slide by
Never forget the oath worn on your little finger
Be happy
Even if we are thousands of miles apart, we still miss each other
Even the changes of time cannot dissolve the lingering relationship
The forgotten tail ring sank in the sand of time
The promises once made are lost in the flow of time
I want the wound to turn into a shell to block the painful touch
Thinking that heartache can turn into foam that dissipates on the sea
But the bloody setting sun revealed
The little finger was amputated by a ring-shaped sun mark
It turns out
What cannot be taken off are the chains on the body
Intention: