my 28th april

how many aprils will i have before closing my eyes forever?

and how many loved ones will i encounter, love and cherish?

walking beneath the sky, inside the world,

i see the slightest changes hiding in this great picture

with scenes never recurred,

with feelings never repeated,

and all of a sudden i realize

this is a present contiguous story that i am writing.

why should i fear or hesitate?

to the end, i have nothing to lose.