scene of reminiscence
those days that can't be repeated again trouble me even now
in this lush, green area with no one but me
my tears shake in the wind,
and your voice traces along the water's surface..
i ask myself over and over...
"why did those glittering days have to end then?"
once again i slip into the trees
and search for the words
unaware that i'd lost my way..
and without even my heart knowing, I was there.
the surface of the lake, like glass, shows my reflection,
grotesquely distorted by the gentle rain
the thunder that i had faintly heard is already there..
i, unable to find an answer, am simply afraid...