Ever since we met, it has been very low, very low, as low as dust. But deep down in my heart I am extremely happy, so the flowers bloom.
The time I spend with you is so short that I don't even have time to learn to smile.
I called your name the moment I looked back, imagining your bleak back hidden in the forest.
When no one is paying attention, write down words about you and full of expectations, even if we never meet again.
In the summer of 2011, are you forgetting me?