Unlike me, you were beautiful, always standing straight like a sunflower even in the harsh wind.

Sharing the same neighborhood and the same land, I thought the warmth we shared was just sisterly affection.

But when you tried to let go of my hand and leave for a wider world, I finally realized it as a corner of my heart collapsed coldly.

'If only we were strangers.' 'If only I were a man who could embrace you.'

If that were the case, could I have freely confessed this ambiguous heart that grew inside me?

Because we cared so much about how others saw us, we couldn't fully hold each other, and my unspoken feelings for you were eventually trapped behind a cold friendship.

At the edge of the sunflower field, I call your name again today.

...My beautiful one, you who were my salvation.

You were always behind me, wishing for my trajectory with sorrowful eyes that resembled mine.

Even though I knew the ambiguous trembling hidden behind the solid mask of friendship and the adults' carelessness regarding our same gender,

I could only pretend to know nothing, calling you my sister and smiling kindly at you.

"They say eternity is a lie, but a lifetime exists, doesn't it?"

That heavy warmth you gave me and the sentences that failed to reach me.

Though they may not be eternal for us, they are a faint breath that will flow through the rest of my life.

Because we were born on such similar trajectories, we couldn't become each other's complete sanctuary,

and the last kindness I could offer you was to turn my back on that trembling and walk toward the world while pretending not to notice.

Beyond the blood-stained sunflower field, I call your name softly again today.

...My sister, who was like my chilly spring day. 🇧🇾