Tenohira

I'm in love. It seems to be like a bubble. It disappeared from my heart. A blue sky's sadness is clear and passes. Is there no change beyond the other side? Morning, afternoon and night I'm all alone. I gently wipe my tears. Again! That voice, much resembling you... "I want to see you." Now, that voice floating in the sky mixes with air "It's almost like I can grasp your hand." - That's right, I hope. I throw away a journey towards the clouds alone, My destination is somewhere, isn't it? The blue sky kindly refuses. I will reach the other side. The only thing I witnessed was your temperature. Assuming I touched it, Why are the empty scattered thoughts invited? Please Now, wave your hand beyond "now" Do not forget that. Everyday when I think of the palm of your hand, I want to cry. Now, even if you are floating in the sky mixing with the air My feelings will never change - That's all. Goodbye.