Only they will hurt us

Class with Victor today was very heartwarming. I played him my song, and he stopped me halfway to ask what was bothering me. We shared about our moms over packets of tissue. Though I was responsible for all the packets of tissue, he looked more upset than me. For the first time, I sang to my own playing. He said it'll make us happier. "Don't be sad. Let's just keep praying."

East of the sun and west of the moon,
We'll build a dream house so lovely
Near to the sun in a day, near to the moon at night,
We'll live in a lovely way dear
Living our love in memory
Just you and i, forever and a day,
Love will not die, we'll keep it that way,
Up among the stars we'll find
A harmony of life, too lovely tune
East of the sun and west of the moon, dear,
East of the sun and west of the moon.

When I was younger, I cried for your attention, your time. But you couldn't give it to me. Twenty years later, you're asking for mine. And suddenly, I don't know what we could do together now. I no longer play with dolls and I can read already. Kite flying maybe, but you perhaps can no longer run. Beach walk maybe, but you hate the sun. Cook and bake something tasty together maybe. Hmm, will you come to church with me?