I don't know whether it's the warmth of the sun or the curvature of the corner of your mouth. The bright light and shadow mess up my youth with your smile. I've longed for you for a long time, do you know?
Waiting in the depths of time, waiting for an encounter, will you come?
This is a wait with little hope, the fallen leaves are flying, are you passing me by?
Just pass me by and let me see you to relieve the pain of lovesickness. . .