You have disappeared from the range that I can touch, leaving only an incomprehensible brushwork in the blue sky. The clouds that floated into my life from the past days no longer rain or cause storms, but add color to my sunset-reflected sky. You have disappeared from the range that I can touch, leaving only an invisible image in the wind blowing between the black shadows. If you don't speak, I will endure it and fill my heart with your silence. I must remain silent, like the dark night, keeping watch all night long under the twinkling stars, patiently bending my head.