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.
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