here at the plaza i stopped coming to after that day,
staring at the dead leaves, i think of those days.
as i watch a swan cross the clouded sky...
...those unforgettable memories stir up in my heart
like dead leaves stirred up in the wind, the memories flood me
however many times i come here..
i think of that person..
the birds.. the sky.. i stare at
the distant person
the pavement.. the sound of bells.. the fallen branches.. the tears..
the pointless tears, without end, flood my eyes