Your whisper only left to my brain.

Words left to my mind only echo in my mind and body.

External thing made by internal mind.

But external all have their own circumstance, and that fundamentally at least to me everlastingly unidentified, but it’d be no problem, because external all could never have any idea around my mind, then eventually all things are so even.

Hence, only your whisper can ring and make iteration at the deep part in my brain, only that makes my dream.

That identity must be unidentified to me, either it’d be no problem.

When I finish my work, for the present at anytime, your whisper could be left at my ears’ deep part in my brain.

What kind of thing could be left to my mind so forever. At the dying moment for me, what could I be heard at my ears and my brain? Where must my mind have gone?

Only no answer could be left to me.

It’d be no problem, eventually at any moment, only one reason, one meaning must be present for me, if that thing could be your whisper, that must be no problem.

Feb. 10, 11th. 2021