petals fall without hesitation,
carried forward by the wind,
as the path opens wide
beneath their feet.

a boy and a girl run ahead,
laughter rising like light,
toward something unseen
yet warmly felt.

the village waits in the distance,
fields glowing in afternoon sun,
and every step forward
feels gently welcomed.

“来” speaks of arrival —
not as a sudden moment,
but as a journey
already in motion.

watercolor captures
the promise of what approaches,
where tomorrow is not feared,
but anticipated.

perhaps the future
does not rush toward us —
it walks beside us,
smiling, as we move forward.