Maybe,
Looking back again,
It's still the dream of that year.
Carrying the pain,
Can't help myself.
I've been waiting,
Waiting for the most beautiful helplessness.
Take me as the topic,
That piece of lavender,
Accompanied by sadness.
A slight sadness,
A touch of sadness...
Maybe,
on the next leaf,
That wound,
Only,
Faint traces...