The snow leaves such warmth that transcends time and space in a way I stand on the white road where petals are flying; I am rooted and yearning. As I wake up with swollen eyes and see my window painted with a million dewdrops then let the wind kiss my cheeks warmer than yesterday, I feel you again.
I feel you as my eyes catch one-two flowers starting to bloom after their long-soundly slumber. I feel you again as winter breeze slip through my finger whilst gently stroking my hair. In the first sip of tea—I stir with cinnamon—that sticks in my throat and boils my blood. I immediately realized that winter come to an end. I feel the sun rising high yet so close to me.
I still remember the scent of fallen leaves, roots, first frost-kissed grasses, and the way your hand held mine to catch petals of cherry blossom—if only we could, our wish would come true. “What was your wish?” you asked. But my lips were too dry, and the snowflakes were falling; winter was coming. I only looked into your eyes. The world around me still blossoms and thrives.
Perhaps the cherry blossom tree on that fall day was mad at us; therefore, wishes remained a wish until the end of the year. Perhaps I should have told you what things I whispered to whatever great power up there or that mere petal flower, even if my lips were bleeding and scattered. But as the days passed, I suppose the winter blues kindly froze what was boiling inside my chest. I find my breath starting to feel like I am beginning to breathe easily. Months of cold have now passed. But I could not write more of winter time, for it happened to be the end of our beginning.
With a piece of ice melting in my palms and my bare feet touching the ground, though you are still nowhere to be found, I bet even in a whole different life, seasons would still be rolling and passing over time. And whenever the last day of winter touches the horizon, along with the constellation of Ursa Major approaching the night sky. I count that day without closing my eyes, for you are the spring I’ve waited for so long.
“다시 만나자, 나의 봄” (Let’s meet again, my spring)
Tulisan ini terinspirasi dari drama serta OST Lovely Runner oleh 10CM dengan judul yang sama, Spring Snow.
