Crystal

I want to listen again....

That crystal clear voice.

It's just like...the scorching flower right in front of my eyes...

Sweltering within me...

Welling up the red endlessly...

Flowing out from the wound. It couldn't be stopped...

The voice couldn't be stopped...

"The things I have done can't be forgiven"

It must be like that.

Anyone would have wanted to forgive him.

Even if everyone says it's enough...

He definitely won't forgive himself...

Even so.... I still keep having that dream.

Again and again...

Pursuing that colour...

Looking for you.

Those hands holding on to all the sins...

With kindness and pain... If you can't move....

I'll be by your side so,  please let me...Hear your voice again.

That dream,  Even if we think it won't come true...

We will still wait for the day to come..

Someday when the red blood scattered across the white snow will melt, will disappear,  will mix with the snow and will become a beautiful flower.

XOXO

luka