I have a lot of last uncles
I guess you are salty
with choking bitterness like sea water
I guess you are tough
like a story-telling core wrapped in sweet fruit
I guess your smile will touch me
just like your tears will silence me
However, Have you ever heard of the plot between the wind and the clouds?
The grasshopper sleeping in the dream knows about this
Because he still holds the flowers of the year before last
I think you are happy
I think you are free
Like the wind in September when you were born
With understanding. Go
and leave such a me
I am unhappy
not free
unable to catch up with the wind
and I don't know what the clouds are saying
just like a heavy snow in the cold winter of February
can't quench the heat in your heart
but it hurts your unbound pulse
such an me
also has salty bitterness.