We'll Be Better

The years in which time came and went freely carved an undimmed beauty onto our faces.

Oh, the breathless, restless strumming echoes beside my ears.

Ah, the proud white plum blossoms bloom before my eyes.

Myriad translucent petals drift slowly on the wind. In the splendor of the sunset, the dust that fills my heart settles. Music from ancient times cuts through the noisy river. In a mottled dream, a desolate gaze is frozen in place. Do you still remember?

If your heart still remembers...

I gaze into the distance

at your departing silhouette.

I cannot speak,

cannot sing,

cannot dance,

until I have forgotten you like this.

I hope

that deep

within your heart, my faint breathing remains.

May my

tears be a memorial in your sorrowful eyes.

But no one can tell me

why

you and I, standing on opposite sides of forgetting,

have become so desolate.