I Wish Envelope

Rain-soaked lonely afternoon Anagona of new dreams in the poetry book. The procession of long-lost memories wafts through the smell of wet soil

Remember the call of the weary Gangchil along? Remember the paper boarts with childhood dreams? Who knows where they got lost in any wave of any river! Who knows where my dream wet childhood ended while listening to a fairy tale.

Everything changed, in the blink of an eye the dreams all became false. The color of the toy faded with the intensity of the Android phone

Even today, the rain still smells of my childhood. How many pictures of my rainbow-colored childhood are tied to the cloud album. Where is my childhood lost again playing hide and seek with tears wet eyes. My lost childhood merges in the realm of memory

I Wish Envelope