Whilst thou viewest thy existence
As a whisper,
I will be the ear
To listen to thy whispers
Among the sunrise and sunset.
All I ever desired for myself
Was to be thy person — to cherish thee.

Whilst the daylight
Skates through these cherry skies,
We all are yearning for the warmth of the breeze.
And once again, the daylight
Strokes my skin,
Woven within the threads
Of what remains—the final days
Of summer…
Soon, I'll find myself…
Yearning…
For flame—the August flame.
Soon, my skies will yearn
For your sunlight…

Merely a bonehead like myself can utter,
"Pardon me..."
For another fleeting life...

Again, another agonizing memory,
Clinging onto me like thorns in my soul.

The fact that your presence cannot be witnessed
It haunts me in whispers...

The poison that was mine, thy lips kissed,
And the pain you endure, myself hath to sow...
Thy departure ...

And once again, another fleeting life...

Whilst the grief settles down once more,
My mind is mentally pounded...
Myself dare saith no more...

For I am mentally absent once again...

The vast distance stretches into infinity,
Yet, I can sense the gentle movement of solitude,
Shaping the breeze around my exhausted eyes…

A poem called… You…
I responded to the feeble utterance
That you were long gone…

And the poem…
Became silent…

The poem called you…
Withdrew, to search for thee…
You were completely unreachable…
It only found…
Your gravestone…
With phrases engraved...
''My words were like…
Hanging skeletons..
Left to arouse from the dead…"

The harmonious noise produced by precipitation,
Delicately pelting the soil underneath...
The petals are bursting to bloom,

Inhale and exhale
The sweet fragrance,
Open the window,
Send greetings to the arrival of the spring season,
The melodious sound of birds singing can be heard,
It's the wake up call that spring hath arrived...