まっさら

I rub my still sleepy eyelids, turn off the third alarm, and wash my face, leaving behind my empty shell.I walk forward to the continuation of my dream.I'm worried that nothing has changed compared to the person I was yesterday.The cold wind on the balcony makes me laugh softly.A little bit of menthol gets into my eyes.My shoulders feel a little lighter as I put myself at the request of someone whose face I don't even know.My heart is pounding as if I'm feeling the same heat as my first love. Rather than searching for the person I was back then, I choose this path.I don't know what I'm doing.I'm not sure if I can call you a friend.As long as I'm healthy, I don't even know if I can call you a friend.As long as I'm healthy, I don't want to call a wedding.Whether I'm living a strange life or not is so extreme.Everyone knows that I'm feeling the same way or that I'm a dead body.My shoulders feel a little lighter as I identify with your request, even though I don't even know your face.During the summer sky, the origins of sadness are a dream. Instead of blaming myself for the times when I can't go back, I keep my toes pointed towards the future, and instead of blaming myself when I can't go back, I start walking at the risk of my life. There's no destiny or fate. There's no meaning in past lives or future lives. The world is still praying for me, and my heart is pounding for something as passionate as my first love. Rather than searching for the me of that time when I can't go back, I'm living for a better tomorrow.