I'm looking for you in the woods in the dark night/But I can't see any trace of you/You have no trace/But I can feel the chill of your unsheathed blade/Where are you? /In the golden six-pointed star of the little anemone? /In the scattered tender yellow grass? /In the pink petals of the lost robin? /I have no way of knowing. /However, suddenly, I knew: /Among the chestnut-colored tree trunks, as far as the eye can see/The one who sheathed the blade is you/I covered my throat/Looking at the life hanging on the ground/Where are you? /Where? Nowhere? Somewhere? Everywhere.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
