I wonder how I dreamed of happy spring with you
While in this widening sphere between us is 'stony rubbish'.
Why did I hope that gyre to be my glittering sunshine?
I tried to catch it on every inch of my skin,
Putting all my efforts into holding it up,
But it slipped through my folded fingers,
Those words of heart and emotions flowed away like water.

Once, I had dreamed that we talked and laughed.
In that...