On this Christmas day…. you have them all, but they’re not yours to keep.
On this windy day, you can stay in bed and only get up for taking that special tea.
On this glorious and magnificent day, you can still be that person you had a sweet dream about at that particular age.
On this land, you cannot be the one you concurred the world for.
At this time, you will be alone, surrounded by your beloved ones. And all for that glorious day of rebirth and flight.
On this Christmas day… nothing will come from emptiness.
On this day, we are not alone, but lonely we can be.
Merry Christmas everyone.