With the sunrise in autumn.
The numberless dwellings
seems to have increased.
The sadness does not seem to end.
I think that the year of the
falling snow is already here.
So scanty, thoughts of a
blossom viewing springtime.
Already a thousand years.
Yet, today breaks……
and every moment is still
and untouched shore.
To be tasted and savoured.
Holding me within my soul.
Still this chance to be with you.
Warming my lips with your breath.
And my heart with your touch.
As if it was the first day.

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