On the River Shore

From the right shore to the left, I thought I could no longer cross. Even if I looked back at the time that had passed, I thought I could not cross the river. The bridge had fallen; that was the end. When the river overflowed, I thought I was unloved by life. Without even trying to forgive. If I wanted to be loved, I should have loved. “A crimson sky breaks the distant shore.” Still,The bridge can be built from either side. For a river cannot exist with only one shore. Since the day we first met, We have shared this rich water until today, On both shores.