We drift farther apart through our scattered years,
memories stir up pale ripples,
spreading ring by ring,
a feeling unlike any other.
Do you know
that I once loved you?
But now,
memories of you seem to fade away
like decorations in a bewitching night.
Across the vast stretch of time,
all that remains of you
is a frail silhouette against the setting sun;
everything else is blank.
Everything has turned to flowers, turned to mist,
turned into scenery from time immemorial,
recording the one thing that remains clear:
your retreating figure beneath the sunset.
In those years,
at last, as time rushed by,
your footsteps faded into the distance.
Natsume in Naruto (my story)
