I want to squeeze the sky.
So tight.
Hard to the point of pain.
Deep to tears.
When I shake someone's hand,
I want my sky to give.
Everyone wants the sky, no one wants a hand!
Hands go to the sky!
A piece is torn off with your hands!
My hands are heavy.
......
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
I want to squeeze the sky.
So tight.
Hard to the point of pain.
Deep to tears.
When I shake someone's hand,
I want my sky to give.
Everyone wants the sky, no one wants a hand!
Hands go to the sky!
A piece is torn off with your hands!
My hands are heavy.
......