What should life be like to be considered happy?
I once thought that as long as I was with you, even if the sky fell, you would be there to hold me up, and even if there was a violent storm, there would still be a hut to hide in.
When I woke up from the dream, I suddenly discovered:
The sky has not fallen, but you have left. The storm has not come, but there is no hiding place in the hut.
What does happiness look like?
Is it with you by my side, smiling lightly and saying "I'm back."?
I hope that the happiness you bring can heal the wounds of the past, but happiness is always one step away from me.
What does happiness look like?
I muttered in my mouth.
Conception: