In my eyes

Everything is dyed in the colors of spring

There is the bird; there is the sky and also you

And also the red dried withered leaves and you

Despair…. When the agitation in my heart had long ago been balanced

And transformed into stillness and calmness

I sighed and walked towards the place you liked to go

Although the wither leaves will change to snow

One day, you had to come here! Let it be and do not change