Probably we'd never recollect our own lifetime anything after we'd die.

Sad beautifully touching song must know the truth.

And lifetime is seen so short after we'd once spent. That's the proof to what we'd never go back to past.

Otherwise, just death's coming makes us own personal consciousness.

Our life proof includes our own memorizing power and it'd be maintained with forgetful mind's rationalized convenience.

Flashy tiny moment is made by our own continuouslyknown time's chain in no shredded running.

To us, only death accompanying own disappearance makes us mind and emotion totally.

What makes us love? For what do we have love?

In loving, what we'd never know must be melted to be known after we'd lose it.

But that'd be so empty. And nothing could recover that emotionally wearisome vacancy.

(Irregularly continued)

May. 23rd.     2023