[6] the begging of the Dancing in the Sun

Time flow,
memories are erased.

In the end,
just as summer passes,
Time passes me.

He's already gone to another Time,
I know he exists only in my memory.

Even My memory is fading away fast.

I'm the one who needs experience.

After 45 birthdays,
I still meed experiences.

I've been through a lot.
I think I've seen a lot of selfish people.

Evil words poured out on me by them,
defenseless,
Evil power manipulate me.

I've thought finally
I knew how to avoid them.

My heart was stirred by him,
but in fact this was an accident
I had been waiting for.

I was able to look back
on myself in my 40s
after passing through my 20s,
when I was in my 30s.

when I was hurt by people,
I wrote about myself.

I was the only one on my side
who loved me and cared for me.

I wrote down my deep-seated anger.

I wrote about the people
who tried to manipulate me.

It wasn't until
I was able to separate myself from them,
separate my highness from their vulgarity
that I was able to meet the moment
I had been waiting for.

He certainly wasn't the man I dreamed of.

Maybe I've been waiting for someone
who looks at me with warm eyes
and listens to me.

I think he showed his friendliness to me naturally because he was a trans.

I finally finished organizing
what happened to me and
my feelings at the end of summer.