prologue

when you gave me the sun in the middle of winter

and made the snow upswing to the summer fervor,

i had discovered that through the deepest of my misery,

'nevertheless' was not a yearning.

because you made it a reality

and unexpectedly cherry blossoms fell rather than the waters of the mountains.

my life was given a new meaning,

my hope, once more, unrestrained and searching.

you were the reason. you, my 'nevertheless'.