While the rising cliff
is poured upon
only by blue moonlight,
alone, you
continue waiting for the opposite wind
constantly.
The changing color of your eyes --
a smile is still far away, but
you keep believing.
Spread your wounded wings
toward the night sky;
what is it you're waiting for?
With neither a love to struggle toward
nor a place to return to,
all that remains is a time of isolation.
Among sobbing gasps,
you lose sight of
the footprints you're following.
The entwining dizziness
makes you forget even your heartbeat
at times.
What [we] discovered that day
is a bond strained by darkness:
I love you.
Sleep-muddied,
not recognizing anyone,
will you collapse into the sea*?
The transparent light,
the flowing tears
cry out to that wind.