I see the sun peeking from the clouds,
Just like a new bride waiting for her spouse.
I see the sun peeking from the cloud,
And I sense a longing it has—I don’t know how.
Maybe it is because of how much I miss you while seeing the view;
Maybe it is because the sun reminds me of you.
I see the sun’s longing, which makes something ache in my heart—
The heart which I thought had turned into stone after your departure.
I thought I had long buried this feeling of hurt;
I thought everything had burned and turned into dust.
But it is all coming back, slowly and painfully,
With a feeling that every ***** of my body is being ripped apart.
After all, even in science, it is said:
Energy can never be destroyed, nor created in this universe.
And this is exactly what is happening in my heart.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
I see the sun peeking from the clouds,
Just like a new bride waiting for her spouse.
I see the sun peeking from the cloud,
And I sense a longing it has—I don’t know how.
Maybe it is because of how much I miss you while seeing the view;
Maybe it is because the sun reminds me of you.
I see the sun’s longing, which makes something ache in my heart—
The heart which I thought had turned into stone after your departure.
I thought I had long buried this feeling of hurt;
I thought everything had burned and turned into dust.
But it is all coming back, slowly and painfully,
With a feeling that every ***** of my body is being ripped apart.
After all, even in science, it is said:
Energy can never be destroyed, nor created in this universe.
And this is exactly what is happening in my heart.