Among the fallen leaves that are drifting in the wind, there is one that you have carefully sealed in the old diary filled with the past. It has not been able to fall back to the earth and return to its roots. She was silent in the diary that had not been opened for a long time. If you don't turn it over, you won't see her thin figure at all. Your memories are treasured there, and she who has been forgotten by you is also hidden there.
Just waiting quietly in the bookshelf...
Is this the final destination she expects?
I walked up to the attic on the roof, opened the dusty diary, and saw her lying quietly on the yellowed pages. This familiar beauty made me smile leisurely. I remember you falling on my knees while I was reading under the tree. I picked you up and faced the sunset of autumn. The fading light shined through your thin gap. It was beautiful and left you on that page of the diary that day. I thought that after traveling in this complicated and busy world for so long, I would definitely forget many memories that belong to me, but today I discovered that some of them are quietly resting in the depths of my memory, waiting for one day when I hold a candle to light them up. She is just waiting quietly for me who is often lost. After the smile came the gurgling tears that warmed my heart. The tears fell on her body and quietly condensed into a drop of water.
I want to rot in the soil, I want to turn into ashes, I don't want to stay quietly among these yellowing pages. The only expectation every day is for you to turn the page.