In the golden summer, I am silent, and my unspeakable dizziness and exhaustion are hidden in your dark eyes.
During the Cantabile college years, I disappeared into thin air and no one remembered you.
But I remember you, only you.
The countless beauties in you reflect the shadow of my edges.
Sad you are shining, sad I am looking up.
Intention: People on the margins also want to hold on to a little bit of light. Everyone deserves to be seen and written about.