I look forward to it.
Fireworks rose on New Year's Eve,
In the deep blue sky, colorful lights burst out,
And then ... and then what,
I don't know, either.
It's like being in
A delicate bluestone city,
There's nothing.
There is only a Jin Ju and a high window.
Perhaps, loneliness comes in through a little sky blue.
Seeing the flowers of time fade a little,
Imagine being empty and far away.
Maybe ... maybe it will come true.
Something light blue.