Ever since I met you, I have felt so low, so low, down in the dust. But deep in my heart, I was so happy that flowers bloomed.
The time I spent with you was so short, too short for me to learn how to smile.
In a moment of looking back, I called your name, imagining your lonely figure disappearing into the mountains and woods.
When no one was looking, I wrote down words about you and all the hopes in my heart, even though we might never meet again.
Summer 2011: have you forgotten me?
