In this dark side of the mountain I was alone hunting.
Waiting for some deer to fall under my bait.
When no deer was allured, I started resting
Sitting under a tree, observing the satellite.
Under the silver moon, I saw you appear,
Still poised and dignified though you were running.
But all I could notice in you was just perfection
Perfection that was undeniably peerless and riveting.
Dressed in a white suit, you looked extremely gorgeous
Gracefully you leaped, as if you were dancing.
With your head held up high, you seemed courageous
Showing me that curvaceous smile, something stunning.
I ran after you, fearing that you would be gone,
Following the trail you had taken to go away
It was like enticing me to catch you, that if I did,
You, yourself would be the accolade.
Then time came, I lost track of you.
I witnessed your figure slowly fading away.
I got tired to pursue you and so decided to stop
That was when you completely vanished away.
I, who was once the hunter, am now the hunted.
Hunted by someone who, I am not sure, does exist.
Now I am uncertain whether it was really a person I saw,
Or just a product of my yearning for a bo.
