Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...

I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...

In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...

Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...

Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...

You
are my...

Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...

Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...

Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...

It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...

I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...

Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...