This place
I have no place in this world
I have no reason to stay.
There is a place in my memories
I deeply miss it, that place.
Where my mother warmly welcomes me
And my father sighs deeply
But lovingly and gloomy,
They wave goodbye for some reason.
At this place.
A place I miss deeply is
The waves in which I smile
and talk to them as they rush
Towards me, pulling me in.
I always realize last minute that
My heart sinks when I wake up.
I can't remember anything
As if all of me is fading away.
Good memories are bad in this sense.
My bed is warm and soft as
The grass that I felt unconsciously.
I felt a speck of time flow freely within me.
But also still wanted to stay still until the end.
It is a cruel reality that corresponds with each other
So much that I,
Only as young as I can be,
Am tired
And want to disappear from
This tiresome place.
But not yet,
I can hold on for a little longer.
