The other side of the road always has something beautiful.
The other side always intimidates me.
The other side shows me the pathos in my life.
It shows me how small I might be in terms of the vivid Worldliness.
Oh! The Other Side!
Where the darkest moments come under the light.
Where the saddest faces are always smiling.
The other side has the Cherry-blossom.
The tree calls me always over and over again.
The wind blows the softest petals of the cherry-blossom.
The sight of the petals floating in the air soothes my eyes.
It is something very worthy to look at, a million dollar sight.
Something amazing or interesting always can be seen or found on the other side of the road.
I try everyday to find my way to the other side.
I made the vessel, sometimes try to run there.
Every time I fall on my face, every time I hurt myself so bad.
Sometimes I think out of the box and try to swim there.
Alas! I am the worst enemy of swimming.
The river, I imagine, swallows me every time.
Sometimes the other side comes very near to me.
I jump further away because of my fear.
Fear of losing the hope, losing the willfulness of my heart,
losing the grasp over my dreams of the other side.
The other side always give me hope and light to my black and white life.
It keeps me wishful, cheerful and hopeful for marching toward something, something good and find the happiness.
Sometimes I feel like the cherry-blossom is my other side.
I know that might be true, on a spring day the blossom gives me the feeling of the existence of my very soul in the world.
The heartbeat of the other side is the Cherry-blossom.
For me the other side could be standing under the cherry-blossom.
The peace of the tree inside me is the other side, it’s just not the other side only.