Suoh Mikoto, you are the finest poet in the world.
Be happy, after you leave me behind.
I will remember the way smoke curled from your lips, that loneliness and sorrow. I won't forget.
If I can, let me remember you forever.
In the end, even after loving you so much, my world still holds only my own footsteps.
I board a train that travels through the seasons, following in your footsteps.
Where you are, does spring last forever?
Some people are only missed, never contacted.
And cannot be contacted.
Our greatest mistake
was that, at the moment we met,
we didn't pass each other by.
Thinking about it now, it seems that loving you had very little to do with you.
What kind of bad metaphor is that at the end? What are you trying to explain? Where is the ontological metaphor? It's too confusing to be deliberately literary and artistic. Has Guo Jingming seen too much?