To You, A Hundred Years From Now

In sights I’ve never seen, Voices I’ve never heard, Why does my heart burn so deep? Unknown tears fall like a stream. Invisible memories squeeze my chest, Voices without words, they echo best. We will fade and vanish someday, Fragile flames will die away. But you will carry the future on, Silently weaving what’s never gone. Aaaahhh— don’t cry now— (Ooooohhh—) The end is just a start— (I’ll stay right here—) Aaaahhh— after the tears— (Ooooohhh—) Light will break (With love that never parts—) When I close my eyes, I feel your heart Something more real than memories lives here, unbreakable A hundred years from now, I’ll have faded away But the feeling of “I loved you” Is what keeps me alive — right now (Every ending is a beginning) I’m the one who dreamed of the future, and you’re the one who carries it on (A shining light beyond the dawn — it’s you) Even if we disappear, our voices will go on (Whispering like a code, like a never-ending song) When I close my eyes, I still feel your heart— and tears begin to fall. You are me... and I am (you ------------------------------------------------------ Afterword Whether this “you” belongs to the present or the past, and whether this story points toward the future or looks back at history, that interpretation is left to you. Within our limited perception, time appears as a one-way arrow, moving from the past, through the present, and into the future. Yet the past and the future may exist at the same time, because we can only observe from the position of “now.” This story is not about a moment long ago, nor about something that will happen later. It is a story about what is happening now. Feelings exist beyond time and space. They are meant to be received, shared, and felt across moments. Perhaps when we encounter a work of art, we are not merely reliving someone’s past or engaging in fiction, but resonating within the same instant— coexisting, simultaneously, in the same moment.