A bright morning
I stroll leisurely through the campus lanes
The cool air seeps into my ribs
Memories begin to misbehave,
Emerging from the depths of my subconscious,
Trying to tell their stories, though I’ve imprisoned them.
I see
Cherry blossoms beginning to bloom,
Turning the campus into a scene from Japan.
Ah, why didn’t these flowers bloom sooner?
Back when she and I were still here.
Perhaps, there would’ve been a photo or two of us.
Now, she is there with someone else,
And I am here, painting my longing alone.
Ah, it’s no big deal.
It shouldn’t be a big deal.
She has probably forgotten,
And I must learn to forget, too.
A woman appears,
Shattering my daydreams.
Calmly, she holds a cherry blossom,
Pretending to smell it.
Someone swiftly captures her best angle.
Ah, this is getting strange.
My eyes begin to photograph her smile.
We know each other,
But only now do I realize how beautiful her smile is.
Is she my longing?
Ah, no.
She is a symphony of love,
Whispering the love of the Divine Love.
