Sometimes I used to think I would return,
Just as the moonlight returns after every new moon.
Just as the flowers of spring bloom after the cold of winter.
Truly, I thought I would come back like that.
I thought I would leave behind
All the stories of countless unspoken grievances.
I truly believed…
But as I kept thinking this way,
I suddenly realized—
Time had passed, years had slipped away,
One era had ended, and a new one had begun.
I stood before the mirror
And saw how much everything had changed—
Time, the people around me,
And the reflection standing in front of me.
I felt it deeply—
Memories return in an instant, effortlessly,
But one cannot truly return the same way.
Relationships become tangled,
An invisible wall appears in between,
And even if one tries to go back,
They never truly return.
Over time, all the unspoken words
Find their place on the pages of a diary,
Felt only for a fleeting moment at the touch of a hand.
I used to believe—
But now…
