Autumn Rain in Midsummer

Once, in the days of our youth,

we gazed through the window at the moonlight in our hearts,

and thought she was perfect in every way.

In the end, she was only an illusion of our own making.

We met in the height of summer, and parted in late autumn.

A little relief settled in our hearts.

Perhaps when we meet again, we will be strangers meeting anew.