Swallows Fly over the Small Eaves Every Day

We met in the dusk of early winter, and separated in the noisy chirping of cicadas. Until I saw you again, you were still smiling sweetly at me with bent eyes. You hated me fighting and loved watching me in a daze. The sunlight outside the window shone on your face, which was the most beautiful picture I had ever seen in the world. Until I walked into the darkness, you smiled and fell into the abyss again, but I couldn't pull you back. You, you, why can't you wait for me...