CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1:

WORD

The same moon I saw on a freezing white night.

The emotions running down our cheeks and our breaths overlapping.

There didn't seem to be any gap there,

A faint, thin membrane was present.

Very deep the seed sprouts,

Becoming a voice, trying to cross the boundary.

It floats in a different space,

Certain and uncertain.

Voices seek to resonate,

The distance between the ambiguous skies,

It makes everything complicated.

Even if we talk so much that we lose track of time,

There is no way of knowing if you have been touched by the same thing.

But some emotions are like gusts of wind

It quickly spreads throughout the body, drowning out the voices.

It has texture and touches your heart directly.

For example, in the scenery reflected on the paper,

The melody of sound and poetry, the dream of color and image,

Or on intertwined fingertips.

The words that were spoken from the branches of the heart,

Riding the wind that flows from a very deep place,

It falls into the palm of your hand.

With a definite feeling and feeling.

It is, as it has always been,

It will continue to be that way in the future.

To express thoughts that cannot be expressed out loud.

To be continued.