I miss people around this time of year.

I miss people around this time of year.


I miss my seniors who trusted me and protected me.
I miss my old friends who haven't changed.


I miss my son coming in like a lighthouse. I miss my mom peeping out of the veranda of her apartment.


You always look like you're full of words.
I still miss my young wife who looks at her husband's face.
I miss the fond memories of all the relationships that passed and were kept.


This will also pass without a notice.


This feeling of feeling, the struggle of a lonely life,
It will eventually disappear from me as if it had happened at any time and again.


At this time of year, I am lost in thought by myself.