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.

watercolor gathers
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.