If the Sky Is Like Me

I forgot which of them told me Children who make mistakes will eventually return to the sky Continue to protect those hidden in your heart silently When I am sad, I will think of their clear eyes, clean smiles, and tenderness buried in their palms. Just like they hoped, I learned to grow up alone, learned to hide in my room and cry quietly, and learned to look up to the sky with a smile on my face. I want them to be angry with me and smile at me like they used to, with their eyebrows and eyes so real. But I can't wait for them. I still sleep with the light on every day. I'm still used to drinking water wrapped in a quilt in the living room. I still like to listen to the sounds of stray cats outside the window. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to see their faces in the sky, smiling and waving to me in another corner of the world. The corner I don't know