On the rainy day

Dear Cherry Blossom,

On a rainy day, I penned a frigid sigh, releasing it upon the whims of the wind. In the darkest corners of our existence, we did not dwell. Our paths did not cross in the worst of times, or perhaps, it was the hand of destiny guiding us apart, separated by the boundaries of our lives. For years, I've remained a stranger to your essence, ignorant of your preferences and aversions. Yet, in you, I perceive a kindness that transcends words. Perhaps, another soul might perceive it differently, but to me, it's a truth I hold dear.

Despite society's tales and admonitions, my heart beats with an affection that knows no bounds, even without the privilege of meeting you in person or exchanging words. I recognize the impossibility of possessing you while loving you so fervently. Nevertheless, should that day ever come, I pledge to love you until my last breath. Time may have slipped away, or perhaps, I've glimpsed your visage too late, for I have waited with bated breath. The haunting echo of an unanswered question lingers within me.

Dearest Cherry Blossom, my love for you endures until my final days. If there ever comes a moment when I can utter those four letters, "Saranghe," to you, even if just for a fleeting second, I will cherish it with all my heart. Until then, I shall remain steadfast in my devotion.

Yours sincerely,

Yongvi