I find myself loving clear days more
At the end of a day that seems to linger as it slips away,
my heart, holding a piece of sunlight,
is so delighted like a child
that even its shadow feels light.
Today again, I unravel my stories.
The night grows deeper,
and coincidences disguised as destiny
climb onto my cart laden with happiness,
lingering awhile
under the name of fate.
Human beings, leaving behind
the warmth of a handshake,
drift away from one another’s lives.
Like a seashell worn smooth by waves
remaining in someone’s palm,
even within emptiness,
spring at last pushes forth new sprouts.
