COMMONWEALTH

Episode 7's

Aona's past

Floating House that looks frail age

weathered submerged by sea water, the roar of the waves has been thousands or even millions of times

hit those old boards. This time nothing can be sturdy and strong

sustaining the blow, again for the sake of an age-consuming time. Not this time

some know the terrible began to seep from the sidelines of the old board.

Maybe the sea water is powerless to be tempted to begin to shyly hide desires

to weather the old boards until they are crushed by a blast of pounding

the waves.

Love is like the sea in the sand

It wouldn't

sinking a floating boat that pulls over

If the waves replace the storm

It won't drown

the sun is shining

If at the place of the dispute no longer meet

At least I have met together

If it is still difficult to unite with each other

Maybe somewhere else will merge

If love can turn black into white

Maybe love is just for change

If love can turn dark into color

Maybe love is just for the taste

Fire is not afraid of water

Not the heart is afraid of destiny

When the cry cannot unite His people

Isn't the evidence in fact

“Saat

you like someone who can only be held in your heart but cannot be expressed

sometimes a sense of tightness in the chest, do not know the feeling that is held back by circumstances

whether real is felt or not, but that is a sense created by

nature without forcing. You will continue to like that feeling even though

ignored and will continue to be guarded as long as you still see it, for you to admire

secretly.”

By way of

this piece of paper I introduce myself to the letter-maker presumptuously

texted you. This letter I wrote represents my whereabouts, sorry if it's present

this letter is troubling you. Moreover, my mind continues to be on you, whether

I'm not saying maybe I'm having trouble breathing and having trouble sleeping at night or

my chest felt tight holding back this feeling.

Owner of my miss

My sad owner

Owner of my love

Whoareyou?

Who always comes into my dreams

Are you real to me

Or just an unmannered illusion

Owner of my heart

The bells of my heart are left behind

Splashed water encounter

Mosaic

Foresee a meeting

Not a statue of Columbus

Pointing towards the high seas

Wait around

In your heart's bells

I'm waiting for you on the beach this afternoon…

hiding the desire to melt

the old boards were until they were crushed by the waves.

Aona closed the letter for a moment. Is this a letter between

my parents first? Aona stared at the night ceiling while laying down her body

on the edge of the boat with the occasional small night waves are enough

tossing his boat around, he reopened the next letter.

Letterbox

both I had to send back, why don't you see me? I waited very much

long time ago, even the sunset I was still waiting for you but you didn't come

come by.

Groove

steps around the beach. As long as your figure is not seen from the crowd

and the red of twilight when I close my eyes want you to be present, you appear before me.

And I hope you are my destiny. Shade your eyes from behind the clouds. Water

the encounter blends in the shadow of your face. Gurgling with the roar of the waves

be a witness in the clear sweep of the sand.  The faithful are waiting for you this afternoon.

This is my third letter, I have to send it back,

why don't you see me again? I waited for you for so long, did I not deserve it

for you to meet? I was expecting a meeting with you? do you already have

the other owner of the heart? reply mail.

Seriate...