PLACE OF HEART（English Ver.）

Those carefree days, are no longer close by. I try to recall them, only to forget one more. I want to hold on to everything, but I can’t be greedy. Just cut out the precious parts, and tuck them under my soles. Struggling through each day, fearing what tomorrow might bring, I remember the good times, the moments I laughed. If I can recall even one, surely I can smile again. If I tried to wash my heart, would it turn pure white? Could only the convenient parts stay behind? The inconvenient ones— let them drift to unseen places, to the unknown, to where they no longer exist. In places where colors mix, I see reflections of those I knew. Even the scenery I once saw— though dark shades blur the view, those colors never lost. Seems it’s still too soon for the final wash. If I cry now, it’s too early. If I cry later, it’s too late. What a puzzle— when is the perfect time? Whether in scorching heat, or freezing cold, the signpost stands before me. Apparently, I can’t change its direction. Even if I can’t see in the dark, there’s no need to search for light. And if it’s too bright to see, it’s okay to look away. Because that moment exists, I can rise again and again. Until I remember— just how great it truly was, I’ll keep running, keep climbing. The smiles yet to be made, will surely bloom in a rainbow-colored world. Let’s gently tuck them beneath our soles, with a little sticky note attached.