蒼穹，翽羽

　　Eventually, I still come back.

　　It has been almost a whole year since the last time I drive myself back to this land. On the swirly highway, accompanied by the Pacific Ocean, I recognized the tracks of the old days. The path remains unchanged, just as the way it was when I arrive here in my childhood. I did not stay more than one day during my first encounter with this place. Yet, it followed me night after night. For years, I have dreamed about this place, about my family, and the first and last journey we have took together in my memory.

　　It was not until I applied for the college that I revisited this land. I had dreamed about this place. And now, after years of studying, I grow familiar with this land, even more familiar than my hometown. My prime has been spent here, with dreams of my life achieved.

　　In the last summer, I stayed. Looking down from the highway, there is the beach where we have made our dreams come true. The tide remained, while the time moved on. The shining waves connected my life.

　　In the earliest memory, I came in winter. Mixed with my dreams, I recalled myself standing in the ocean, distant form others as my family fell apart, and our house dissembled. Since then, this ocean began to bear all my days. It was here, where I lost, where my family united, where my family reunited, where I met her, where she met him, where her heart left me, where my heart broken down, where my dream shattered, where my goals accomplished, where I was healed, where I ventured. It was all inscribed in my blood. The ocean accompanied, listened, and healed.

　　As I drive near, the sun began to fall behind the mountain walls. To the left, I saw the moon coming up from the horizon, reflected by the waves, sparkling gently. It is a full moon that brightened the coast after sunset. This night kept its light and alive as if I drove myself into another dream.