The picture II

 

The picture II

 

 

Putting my ideal in front of me,

Toward the uncatchable future,

the present in anguish,

a roaming touch of my hand,

makes the plan disturb.

 

But

sometimes,

it creates the unintended chance,

so it achieves you more and more.

 

Then,

It leaves

so many dirts of suffering sticking to the whole body

so many litters of humbleness thrown away to the my circumstance.

 

The agony of gladness,

The tiredness of waiting,

And the hardness of laboring

are wiped off

by the satisfaction

with my own space

and my own time.

 

The desire to see you again and again

brings myself to

the luxurious space

and the luxurious time.