Summer Epitaph

I thought our meeting was just a coincidence

But after going through so much sorrow and happiness,

I’ve forgotten what it means for something to happen by chance

That summer, someone had already quietly raised the curtain on our story

By the end of that summer, everyone was gone

Only I was left…

You were the ones who told me it was called “going back to an old flame”

I planted old-flame grass all over the mountains

Why… have you still not come back…

Only I remain,

touching the cold gravestone

and remembering all the happy times…