Love You Through Thousands of Years

I sketched her portrait on the white paper with my clumsy hands. One after another they were thrown into the wastebasket. At the last second, she still kept the same smile as when we first met The retreating figure hides the unresolved sadness Count down the time like the scattering of cherry blossoms Without her, life would be colorless. Bury the feeling of missing her in the diary and other years of polishing The pen in my hand started to slip Gradually there is nothing to say Why does breathing start to go wrong? Thinking becomes lazy