CHRONICLE

When I look back on the past,
I look up at the autumn night sky and see the scenery from that day and hear someone's voice.
I've lived a long time, but I didn't get to this point on my own two feet.
I've lived until today as if I was being swept away by something.
While struggling, screaming, and feeling like I was being crushed by sadness, I just kept living.
As the autumn night breeze blows, I can be kind to the past that has passed.
Everything is my "chronicle."