A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

A hazy cityscape mirrors our blurred yet enduring lives. Through ordinary days, we move, holding onto light beyond the fog.

The morning air is all gray.

It’s as if someone has laid a thin glass film over the city.

The mountains, river, and buildings are all blurry.

But in that blur, strangely, the mind becomes clearer.

Tall apartments stretch straight toward the sky.

The mixture of soft gray and pink on the buildings

seems to hold both firmness and gentleness of the city.

Different lives are layered floor by floor.

The smell of food from dim hallways,

the sound of hurried footsteps,

emotions hidden in indifferent expressions.

Behind them flows a river.

If you go closer, perhaps you’d hear the noise of factories and the vibration of machines,

but from this distance, it's just calm.

Not a blue water, hazy air,

and tangled pipelines.

A strange view,

but a familiar background for the people here.

The faint outlines of the mountains in the distance

feel like the boundary of the city and the beginning of another world.

To those who look at this landscape every day,

this foggy day is another small life.

Nothing grand might happen,

but simply letting today pass safely—

that alone is meaningful.

This scenery is not beautiful.

But it resembles us.

A bit tired, a bit dull,

yet living through each day.

Even on foggy days along our path,

someone’s light always waits at the end.

To everyone walking toward something,

know this fog is always temporary.

Beyond it, sunlight surely stays.

Just knowing that gives us enough reason to live today.