What once was bittersweet
Is now refreshing
At first curious
But then nostalgic
And next, who can say?
A glass is given
And we drink from it
For different reasons
Nothing is random
So one day
The Bundaberg ginger beers will flow again
Exactly when they should
This year seemed a bit different.
The clock was ticking, yet our clothes were still thick, and the sky was low.
We didn’t wait for you,
The days were still cold, so we just stayed at home.
But you came anyway, gracing the lonely trees in Seoul, and soon those wet leaves will drop for your birthday.
Hello again, cherry blossom.
a young flower drowned slowly.
Everyone on the land was crying --
wishing they could save themselves from bad luck.
But it never died, it stayed strong,
believing in nature, it could only stay alive.
Sometimes, the flower doubted
it would need a land to settle.
But when the land never came,
it had to learn how to grow with water.
Even if it was alone,
as it dropped its own seeds in the world,
it made the new land blossom from water.
that's the lotus,