To. My beloved, Ian Percus
Are you looking at the moon today as well? By now, the emotion of ‘longing’ must be tiresome, but occasionally on cloudless nights, I can’t help but think of you. No, to be a bit more precise, the night sky we looked up at together.
The season of that day is approaching again.
Before I know it, the year has changed, and spring is sending its greetings once more. When I went out this morning, I already saw green buds. It hasn’t been long since the snow melted.
Soon, the thick grassy scent will make my head dizzy. Looking back, it was like that on that day too. On the night when darkness settled like fog, the waterside was quiet with only the sounds of insects echoing, and even the calm…