It was the first time that I recognized October’s face clearly.
With his big eyes open, not saying anything,
he gently handed me a bunch of flowers.
A cool breeze passed by,
and I’ve inscribed your voice into my mind.

Please be sunny tomorrow, I prayed.
In hopes of taking a stroll along the moonlight with you
in your shirt powder blue,
to the place you’ve been so familiar with
but I’ve never been to.