It has always been you.
Cherry blossoms,
blooming slowly.
I could see you from beneath,
watching the butterflies in the flowers—
oh,
what a beautiful sight.
Scorching sun shone,
warming my skin.
I could see you from above,
eyes smiling from your cheeks,
and oh—
I smiled that half-light.
Cold breeze,
blowing my hair.
I could see you from afar,
on the top of a hill,
standing there with all your might.
White circle ice,
touching my face.
I could see you from here,
staring at the campfire,
eyes sparkling bright.
Now,
the last three hundred sixty-sixth night has come.
Full moon gleam,
spotlight on the lake.
Fog lit up,
I could see you from a very close distance,
dancing,
eyes full of heavens.
I walked toward you
but as I walked,
you kept on getting further.
So did I—
my eyes began to fight.
I tried,
but I just could not reach you.
Then I remembered:
you were beautiful,
one of a kind—
a different soul.
So I ran,
like a wolf was chasing me—
to cut the barrier between us,
trying my best to get to you.
And I did,
I was so close to you at your back,
the olive trees even waved a rock.
You noticed me as soon as I got to you,
because you stopped dancing,
slowly turning to me,
long hair flourishing.
You smiled,
held my cheek,
touched my face with your icy hand—
I quivered.
You whispered in a soft tender voice,
"Sorry . . .
please don't cry."
That was when I noticed,
there was warm water pouring from my eyes.
I stared into your eyes,
I was fascinated by its ocean
and I knew,
it was a last long look.
You smiled
and I knew,
it was one last hook,
because slowly . . .
you faded.
My feet were glued to the ground,
I could feel the water streaming down my cheeks,
down to my poor miserable heart who breaks.
It felt like I was drowning—
drowning in my tears.
Yet I continued running through that forest,
hoping for some candles in the never-ending nightfall.
I continued chasing through that road,
because . . .
who knows?
Maybe it would lead to you.
Or maybe not . . .
but I still continued going,
even if it was not certain,
because I love you.
