After we said goodbye, I began to look forward to it earnestly. I leaned on the tall building and looked out into the distance. What I saw was the mist and rain covering the green mountains. What I couldn't see was your return figure. I picked up the pen and wrote down the scrolls of lovesickness, and brought it to you with the wild geese coming and going. Did you see it? I played the piano, did you hear me? Spring comes and goes, and I am still waiting for you, looking forward to you, and loving you. This song of lovesickness sings about how many years we have aged and how many beauties we have lost.