The gathering of stars and gravel cannot be expected, because one is in the sky and the other is under the sea.
I have been looking for traces of you for a hundred years. I thought I was looking for traces of you, but time slipped quietly through my fingers, and the facts of a hundred years ago were folded back as accurately as the refraction of glass. Suddenly, I realized that what I was looking for so hard was actually another person.
The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.