After the passage of the typhoon

The wind is much gentler than yesterday

I like the wind

I like freedom Wind

I stand in the center of the wind

My mood becomes comfortable

Every time after sunset

The room is always filled with darkness

The air began to split into two

and changed from two to four

The air began to split

That moment

A wave of meaning surges in my mind

When did it become like this

No way to recall

The shadow that faced the bright light slipped away

The blazing sun attacks me today too

Black tears

Bright smile

Transparent me

No The world of the world

Places that have not been hurt will feel pain

Places that have been hurt will not feel pain

Hurts that cannot be comforted

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The hurt of not knowing whether it will be comforted

The hurt of being comforted

In the dark hesitation

Sitting alone next to the wooden speaker

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The music is not playing

But the melody is ringing in my ears

It has been sent. I hope it will be accepted, right?