When I gaze upon you and your realm of dreams, it’s as if I’m staring at a perfect twilight painting. You seem endowed with grace in every step of your way: a family that warms like a bonfire on a cold night, dreams that thrive like a garden of spring flowers, and good qualities that flow like a clear river without obstacles. I always thought, you are so lucky, like the moon that is always caressed by the light of night
That’s what i used to believe before I realized that our world turned out to be like two mirrors.
That is to say, on the one hand we seem calm and peaceful, while on the other hand, many live only by breath, without families hidden behind the rubble, without dreams flapping their wings, and without the happiness created without sweat and tears.
Amidst this world of contrast, I just understood that there was a price you had to pay for every ray you enjoyed. Like the sky that can’t always be bright in showing its love, like a butterfly like a butterfly bound by a fine thread in its cocoon, like a flower growing in a coral crevice, everything is wrong in every movement and word interpreted.
I have no grandiose hopes, for one thing I am sure of, maybe I am luckier than you in this regard. And since you already have many blessings in your arms, I will turn my attention, my love, and my affection to something more meaningful.
See you again, until the world reunites our hope.
