Deep inside the forest, there's a faint fragrant I cherish.

Searching for that everyday face, your unexpected smile.

I wanted to feel you, wanted to see you.

Even when I reached my hand out, your fleeting image flickered in the air.

I've always wanted to meet you, always.

Passing through those sleepless nights,

my cry surrounded amidst the light and shadow you've left behind.

The sinking evening sun burns my useless self,

My bare feet thread on the wreckage of love, the seeping red.

I tried to touch your hand as if it was held out,

your voice that said,

"I love you."

Now an unreachable song that has been swept away in the wind,

disappeared far away.

The hourglass high in the sky, flies past anything seen.

Sounds of that day still echoes.

Views which cannot be touched a second time,

flows out smoothly.

The increasing past atmosphere,

the layers of memories, these hands.

The light and shadow you left behind, overwhelms.

Inside the forest.