From the balcony,
the city, town, sky, clouds, and trees are very beautiful—it felt surreal. But it is all real.
From the balcony,
the majestic clouds seemed to smoke from the volcano.
It seemed to speak something,
I can only see but not hear.
My hands on the railings,
looking up,
I watched the small birds,
flying very fast in the pink serene sky—
in different opposite directions.
They seemed color black because of the sunset.
It was peaceful in a way that,
I can only see it but not hear.
At three p.m.,
I was crying because of you.
The wind is touching my tears,
I sat down on the balcony.
At five p.m.,
I stood up,
I saw a mosaic above.
The rainbow is not dead,
it is falling from the sky through the clouds.
As my hair fell through the wind,
I was sad,
yet I cannot help but smile—
at the sight of the rainbow.
Will it mean something?
I do not expect anything,
this bubble is already enough,
this daydream is enough.
It was almost six,
I find myself smiling because of you.
I was very happy,
you are not here
but you sent me the sweetest thing.
I guess,
the rainbow told you
to come back to me.
I guess,
the rainbow saw
how I grieve about you from up here.
I guess,
the rainbow means
we are the two ends where the rainbow meets.
When I looked up at the sky,
the rainbow was gone.
Still,
I smiled at the sky
where I last saw the rainbow.
At seven,
I was waiting for you on the balcony
to watch the stars with you,
and I realized animals have feelings too.
We went home together,
I am having a hard time differentiating
and figuring the difference
between an idea and the real—
but you told me this is real.
You told me this is real,
and it felt real—
you feel real.
I once was scared of the real,
I was so used to living in my head.
I thought all would fade,
but the ideas I deeply treasure will remain.
Because in the end,
all will not stay—
only myself
and the ideas in my head.
But you pointed the streetlight,
above it is the moonlight.
I see your smile in the shadows,
and you told me about the balcony.
