​Ocean is blue

White are the clouds

Standing on hills

Only your name I shout.



Still,

Still you are in my heart

My soul cries for you.

Until my last breath,

A place lies for you.



Standing on the shore

My hands hold a 'willow branch'

Your portrait in my mind

And I still miss your dance.



I keep on a smile

They don't know that I am liying.

It's a matter of Astonishment,

That autumn is so beautiful ;

Yet Everything is diying.
© Aries