I closed my eyes, wanting to die. Unable to sleep, I prayed for my everything To return to naught and vanish from memories.

A light rain was falling from the cloudy sky, As though the weather of the previous day had been a lie, "It's just like the misery of living," I said, letting myself be hit by the rain. If the wind blows once, How will the fading landscape fall? Even if I sink deeply to the bottom of the distant sea and confine myself to my shell, I will be saved by your smile that admonishes me about the uselessness of sorrow Even if I advance deep into the darkness of the hazy forest and shut my heart in a cocoon As I unravel the threads of grief. Standing still in the darkness of dawn, I question the remains of the warmth in my hand. If I float a paper boat down the stream someday, Will it be able to go back to that place? I whispered to the rain, "May tomorrow be sunny."