I had a dream like this.
While the woman slept on her back, I walked over with my arms folded, and sat at her bedside. Her quiet voice spoke of death. Her long hair was spread out on the pillow and it framed her gentle, oval face. Her pure white cheeks were blushing and her lips were a vibrant red color. It wasn't noticeable that she was going to die. However, her quiet voice spoke clearly of death. I thought it to be certain that she will die. I looked at her from above and asked again if she was going to die. As she opened her big and beautiful eyes, she responded with "I will certainly die." Her long eyelashes were wrapped around her jet black eyes which were moist with tears. From the depths of her jet black eyes, my own vivid image floated to the surface.
My image in her eye faded and I was left staring at her jet black, glossy eyes. Even though she appeared alright, she seemed certain of her death. I tenderly laid my head on the pillow, next to hers, and I beg her to tell me that she was not going to die. But, with her sleep- heavy eyes wide open, she still replied "My death will be inevitable. Can't you see it is reflected in my eyes?" I kept silent as I stood up from the pillow. I had a nagging feeling that she was going to die as I folded my arms.
After awhile, the woman said, "When I die, please bury me. Please use a big pearl oyster shell to dig my grave. Then, a star fragment will fall from the sky, and use that as my grave marker. Please wait at the side of the grave, because I will come back and meet you again." I wondered when she would return again. She continued saying, "Once the sun has set and risen again, and having risen, sets again, the sun will come from the east and set in the west. While the red sun sets, we will meet again. Will you wait for me?" I silently agreed. The woman raised her quiet voice suddenly and said, "Please wait one hundred years!"
For one hundred years, please sit at my graveside. I will return and meet you there."
I replied that I would wait. I saw my reflection in the middle of her black eyes, and my figure crumbled and faded. It was like when a shadow in the surface of the water is disturbed and ripples out. When this thought crossed my mind, the woman quickly closed her eyes. In the space between her eyelashes, a tear escaped down her cheek.
She died.
From then, I went into the garden and dug a hole with the oyster shell. The shell was big, had a smooth curve, and was sharp. As I scooped up the earth, the moonlight caught the shell and made it sparkle. There was a smell of damp earth. I dug a grave for awhile, and I put the woman in the grave, and then I gently heaped the soft earth over her. With every movement, the moonlight danced on the back of the pearl shell.
After that, I found a fallen star fragment and placed it upon the ground. The fragment was round. Sometime during its long fall from the heavens, I thought that the hard edges should have been smoothed when it fell from the sky. When I held it against me, I felt my hands and chest grow warmer.
I then sat alone upon the moss. I folded my arms and gazed at the rounded gravestone and just like this, I would wait for one hundred years, and count the days. The sun rose from the east, just as the woman said it would. It was large and red. Again the woman said the sun would fall in the west. When the red sun set, I counted one day.
As time passed, the maroon sun ascended. Then it set silently, and I counted two days. In this way, I counted three days and then four, until I lost count. I counted, and counted, and it didn't matter how carefully I would count, the number was beyond counting. Still, one hundred years had not passed with all of the red suns. In the end, I gazed as the moss growing on the round stone. I thought it possible that the woman had deceived me.
From beneath the the stone I saw a green stalk that was pointing out at me. As I watched the stalk grew and grew only stopping when it touched my chest. From the top of the stalk, a long slender bud tilted a bit to one side and opened its petals before my nose. The fragrances of the pure white lily penetrated into my bones. From the the top of the flower, a dew drop fell, and the flower swung back and forth with its own weight. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the flower. When I drew my face back from the lily, it was daybreak, but one star was twinkling.
For the first time, I noticed it and said to myself, " One hundred years has come and gone."
While the woman slept on her back, I walked over with my arms folded, and sat at her bedside. Her quiet voice spoke of death. Her long hair was spread out on the pillow and it framed her gentle, oval face. Her pure white cheeks were blushing and her lips were a vibrant red color. It wasn't noticeable that she was going to die. However, her quiet voice spoke clearly of death. I thought it to be certain that she will die. I looked at her from above and asked again if she was going to die. As she opened her big and beautiful eyes, she responded with "I will certainly die." Her long eyelashes were wrapped around her jet black eyes which were moist with tears. From the depths of her jet black eyes, my own vivid image floated to the surface.
My image in her eye faded and I was left staring at her jet black, glossy eyes. Even though she appeared alright, she seemed certain of her death. I tenderly laid my head on the pillow, next to hers, and I beg her to tell me that she was not going to die. But, with her sleep- heavy eyes wide open, she still replied "My death will be inevitable. Can't you see it is reflected in my eyes?" I kept silent as I stood up from the pillow. I had a nagging feeling that she was going to die as I folded my arms.
After awhile, the woman said, "When I die, please bury me. Please use a big pearl oyster shell to dig my grave. Then, a star fragment will fall from the sky, and use that as my grave marker. Please wait at the side of the grave, because I will come back and meet you again." I wondered when she would return again. She continued saying, "Once the sun has set and risen again, and having risen, sets again, the sun will come from the east and set in the west. While the red sun sets, we will meet again. Will you wait for me?" I silently agreed. The woman raised her quiet voice suddenly and said, "Please wait one hundred years!"
For one hundred years, please sit at my graveside. I will return and meet you there."
I replied that I would wait. I saw my reflection in the middle of her black eyes, and my figure crumbled and faded. It was like when a shadow in the surface of the water is disturbed and ripples out. When this thought crossed my mind, the woman quickly closed her eyes. In the space between her eyelashes, a tear escaped down her cheek.
She died.
From then, I went into the garden and dug a hole with the oyster shell. The shell was big, had a smooth curve, and was sharp. As I scooped up the earth, the moonlight caught the shell and made it sparkle. There was a smell of damp earth. I dug a grave for awhile, and I put the woman in the grave, and then I gently heaped the soft earth over her. With every movement, the moonlight danced on the back of the pearl shell.
After that, I found a fallen star fragment and placed it upon the ground. The fragment was round. Sometime during its long fall from the heavens, I thought that the hard edges should have been smoothed when it fell from the sky. When I held it against me, I felt my hands and chest grow warmer.
I then sat alone upon the moss. I folded my arms and gazed at the rounded gravestone and just like this, I would wait for one hundred years, and count the days. The sun rose from the east, just as the woman said it would. It was large and red. Again the woman said the sun would fall in the west. When the red sun set, I counted one day.
As time passed, the maroon sun ascended. Then it set silently, and I counted two days. In this way, I counted three days and then four, until I lost count. I counted, and counted, and it didn't matter how carefully I would count, the number was beyond counting. Still, one hundred years had not passed with all of the red suns. In the end, I gazed as the moss growing on the round stone. I thought it possible that the woman had deceived me.
From beneath the the stone I saw a green stalk that was pointing out at me. As I watched the stalk grew and grew only stopping when it touched my chest. From the top of the stalk, a long slender bud tilted a bit to one side and opened its petals before my nose. The fragrances of the pure white lily penetrated into my bones. From the the top of the flower, a dew drop fell, and the flower swung back and forth with its own weight. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the flower. When I drew my face back from the lily, it was daybreak, but one star was twinkling.
For the first time, I noticed it and said to myself, " One hundred years has come and gone."
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