When the rain falls, our troubles fall with it.
We glance to the left, to the right—
everything is spinning,
like a carnival cup twirling endlessly under painted lights.

Our prayers weave themselves
into the fabric of our existence,
leading us toward a wide, green field.
Even if the path bends away from us,
it will circle back.
Whether close or distant,
we are always drawn to the same center,
melting into what we know.

And when the waters finally recede,
your happiness will rise like a hidden sun.
The current will carry you
beyond the waves of your own memories.

May our journey be a long one,
gentle enough to bear the shadows of the past.

I believe we are still sailing
with the river’s true direction.
And when distance comes between us,
I hope all the good in me
is kept alive in your mind—
my name etched softly,
sweetly,
into the quiet chambers of your heart and soul.