Leaning on railings, I hear the rain rushing; For my homeland my heart is aching.

“I have a dream that one day, the brilliant sunlight will pierce through the dark forest.”

But here, the sun was setting, now only revealing the tip of its crown above the distant mountains, like a dazzling gem embedded in the peaks. The child had already run far ahead, bathed together with the grassland in the golden hues of twilight.

The sun is about to set, and your child isn’t afraid?

“Of course not. She knows the sun will rise again tomorrow.”

Good night.