the river moves on, carrying the colors of dusk without asking anything in return. two children sit quietly, feet resting on warm stone, listening to time speak through water. lantern light flickers, clouds drift and reshape, yet this moment asks to be held. “時” is not the ticking of clocks — it is the feeling of being present while everything continues to flow. the softness of passing hours, where nothing is hurried, and nothing is lost. perhaps time is kindest when we sit still, and let it move past us like a gentle stream.

Collecting this kanji brings these jukugo closer ✨