ใตใจใๆใ ใๆๆฆใใจๆธใใใ ๆช้ๅฐใฎๅฐ็ญใฎๆ ใฎใใใชใใฎใ ๆฏใชใๆตทใซใ ้ใ็ซใฃใๆใซใฏ ใใงใซใ ็ฝฎใๅฟใใฆใใใฎใใใ ใใใชใ ็ฎใซ่ฆใใชใใ ็กๆฐใฎๅฐ็ญ ่ชฐใใฎๆญฉใใ ใ ็ใใ่ป่ทก ็ดฐใๅคชใใ ่่กใ็ถใ ้ๅฐใจๆช้ๅฐใ ่ช็ฑใช้ธๆ ใในใฆๆฑบใใฆใใใ ใฏใใชใฎใซ ่ชฐใใๆใ่กใ ๅฟใใใปใฉใ ้ญ ๅ็ใชๅฐ็ญ ้ใใๆๅ ็ด ไธ้ ็ใๆๅพ ใฏ็ ใใใ ่ชฐใใ็ด ้ใใใ ่งฆใใใฎใๅญใใปใฉ ใใใคใใๅฐ็ญ ๆใๆฑบใใ ็ชใงใ ใใ้ใใๅ ใซ ็ฃจใใใใใ่ชๅใใใ ่ฆใคใใ ใใใ ใใฏ้ใใๅฎฟๅฝใจ ๆจใฆใฆใใ ้ ใใฆใ ใใฎๆใซใ ๅนพๅบฆใจใชใ ๆปใใใใ ๆชๅฎใฎๅฐ ใ ใใใใใชๆฅใใใ ใใจใใ็พใใใ ่ชฐใใใใใใ้ใใ ้ใใๅใใกๅใใใใชใ ็ฅใใฎๆ ็ฎใซ่ฆใใชใใ ็กๆฐใฎๅฐ็ญ ่ชฐใใฎๆญฉใใ ใ ็ใใ่ป่ทก ็ดฐใๅคชใ ่่กใ็ถใ ้ๅฐใจๆช้ๅฐใ ่ช็ฑใช้ธๆ ใในใฆๆฑบใใฆใใใฏใใชใฎใซ๏ผ ๆญฉใใ ๅ ใง ๆใ็ตใใ็ตใใฌใใ ็ญใใ ๅคฉ็งคใฎไธใง่ธใ ใในใฆใฎๅฐใฏ้ใใใจใ ใใใๆๅ ใฎใ ็ใฟใฏๅผใ ้ฃใๅใฃใฆใใ้ๅใฏ ็ฉบใธใจๆบถใใฆใใ ้ๆใช็ดใใ ๅ ใ้ใใใใใซ ๅฎใธใจๅธฐใฃใฆใใ Zero gravity โ๏ธใโ๏ธใโ๏ธใ๐ใ๐งใโ๏ธ TABA -Zero Gravity- (English Translation) I suddenly think, The bundle of unopened envelopes marked with the word "challenge." Perhaps I had already misplaced them the moment I descended into the Mother Sea. Countless invisible envelopes, The living traces of someoneโs journey. Meandering, thin and thick, they continue. To open or leave sealedโa free choice. Even though I was supposed to have decided it all. An envelope so alluring, it makes one forget how to resist. A crimson line on the fingertip that opened it. Sweet expectations were shattered. A rough envelope that everyone passes by, hesitant even to touch. Steeling my resolve, I pried it open with my nails, and there, I found a polished "self." This one alone, I am destined to open. Even if I throw it away or leave it behind, this sign of the unfinished returns to my hands, time and time again. Yet, there are days like thisโ where someone who appears later opens it with ease. A prayerful hand, as if sharing the weight. Countless invisible envelopes, The living traces of someoneโs journey. Meandering, thin and thick, they continue. To open or leave sealedโa free choice. Even though I was supposed to have decided it all! At the end of the journey, whether time passes or stands still, it is all the same. Dancing upon the scales, even if all the seals remain unopened. Eventually, the pain in the fingertip fades, and the gravity that held me in balance dissolves into the void. Like transparent paper letting the light through, I am returning to the sky. Zero gravity
