Green tiles and white walls, bamboo shadows are dim. The ancient well is mottled and ethereal, as if from another world.
I thought that a thousand years was just a day and night that I stayed in the well. Without noticing, more than ten generations have passed...
I thought I would see him again. That person, as long as I thought of him, I would no longer be afraid of the loneliness in the well, no longer afraid of the moss-mottled and mud-covered well walls, and no longer afraid of the unknown disturbance in the well water. It seemed that everything in the world and me, who was no longer pure and innocent in the well, had become beautiful, and inexplicable feelings arose secretly. I have been waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to lift this bucket from the well and find the missing me. I hope that person is you.