Regression

The depth of people’s greediness

Once a little sprout

I wished for it to become into any kind of flower

And so do we wish for it to bloom red, or white, or just to bloom beautifully?

But some will just bloom in silence without being known or being desired

Never forget the day

When you first took your son in your arms Wishing for nothing as blissful tears ran down from your eyes

Encounters are just a mere passing point as we are moving towards the unavoidable end A heart that's heading to the limitless sky reaches a deep wooden box

Would you dare to open it and take a look inside?

Your sky lies in front of you, so wide and ephemeral But the air around you feels tight when you realize this

And that's when your breathing heart gasps for air so desperately

I face the concrete wall between the past and the future, then I take a step forward and question myself

Am I able to make it that far?

Why can't I remember how I felt that day?

I hold the same feelings and decide not to repeat them

This head and heart remain unconnected

The space of light passes without illuminating me. We are guided by sound

Sound guides us.Nature invites us.The unforgettable path.Unforgettable heart.Nature spends with me

A path that cannot be forgotten

A mind unfit to reminisce

I become one with nature

While only time passes by