W. Kang-yeop
I remember your sweet scent that summer. I frown as I recall the memory, so thick yet so faint that it has faded. What were you like that day? Perhaps so delicate that it could easily fade? Or maybe it was just the exterior. In truth, perhaps you were stronger than anyone else. Even under the blazing sunlight, I felt nothing when I was by your side. The wheel of time, which had been painfully trampling my life, seemed to stop, and for a moment, all my nerves felt tangled and paralyzed. That brief moment of pleasure made me miss you even more, and what struck me most was your fluttering blonde hair.
You don't have the strength to flow down and scatter into the air, but you are stronger than anyone else. You were nothing to me. I was nothing to you either. Still, I dared to hold it in my heart and think. If only I could see that fluttering blonde hair just once more, if only I could dare see that purity just once more that made even the bright summer sunlight shining through it pale. You, who alone was clear in my vision that was chaotic between that haze.
Days that would never return began to reappear as if revived. The mist that would never return bloomed again, repeating itself over and over again, and pure white snow like your skin fell heavily. Then I saw it again. That blond hair that had once fluttered most beautifully in the sunlight.
That new you, who was so white,
It was beautiful
You.