I used to think that the sky and earth were near each other.
So I used to think that, no matter where I was, the people within my heart were never that far from me because we were living under the same sky and walking on the same earth. I wasn’t even lonely.
For the first time, for some odd reason, I find myself feeling lonesome, as if I am watching my shadow getting uncontrollably farther away from me with the setting sun.
World, tell me that it isn’t true.
But because there is the light of the singing sun, I tell myself over and over again, “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
Though I can’t see it, I can hear it. And I can feel it. We understand and love each other.