“Why does the smell of rain make me nostalgic?
Why does my heart rattle as summer approaches?
Why do I cry when people laugh at me?
Is it okay to think that even then I will be rewarded one day?”
With the word “goodbye” hurting my chest so much,
I stood still for only a few moments at sunset
“Professor, I want to talk about my life,
what should I do from now on?
Are you going to tell me ‘no one knows’ or what?
Look, it’s not that I want to suffer
I just want to live doing nothing
Is it selfish to just want to look up at the blue sky?”
“Why do I lie even though it makes my heart ache?
Why do only bad people thrive?
Why does the word “happiness” include the character for money?
Is it on purpose that leaving just one stroke makes it the character for “pain”?”
With the label saying “young” attached to my back
I was somehow hoping for a Hitchcockian suspense
“Professor, I don’t care.
Just living on causes me pain.
Neither Nietzsche nor Freud wrote about how to fill this gap
I just want to close my eyes in the scent of summer
and splash the height of the clouds with my fingers
Is it selfish to just want to relive the memories?”
“A story where people die dramatically would sell, is it not true?
I also began to hate the moment when falling flower petals received their valuation
What was your dream, Professor?
Did you forget it when you became an adult?”
“Professor, I just want to talk about my life
What should I do from now on?
“Tears make people strong” was nothing more than a sophistry
Yeah, it’s not that I don’t care what happens to me, it’s just that that reality is shaky
And summer is far away
Is everything really okay?
Can I continue to live like this?
Is he going to tell me “only you can answer that”, or what?
I just want to close my eyes in the scent of summer
I just always want to feel the wind
Is it selfish to just want to look at the blue sky?”
Is it selfish if I just want to get to know her?