A Fine Mist of Dew on the Grass

 

With the feelings you gave me, I run with all my might. Even when the wind cuts at my eyes, I never turn back.

That was my promise to you: no matter how long or treacherous the road ahead, I will race toward you at full speed.

What keeps changing is not the scenery before my eyes.

Weakness, uncertainty, and disappointment are all left far behind.

That was my assurance to you: the road beneath my feet has become smooth and wide.

Love is affection, love is a bond. Love is a sweet memory.