I’m being invited by a pure-white scene. I’m going to a yet-unseen world. When I was a child, I wandered Under the gray sky. With a different map each day, so many dreams ran together. I wondered if someday I would make it beyond that cloud, Even though I was only taking these small steps. The falling raindrops Persisted an irregular reflection, As though seeing into my heart, Wounded for acting strong. The rays of light crisscross, Going forever without saying where they’re headed. My eyes are being burned by a fleeting afterimage No matter where I am, under this sky. That’s why I have to go to this yet-unseen world.