Like the main character in the book
I finished reading last night
In a moment without my knowing
A fleeting glimpse of your face
Once more appears
You're a nearby and a distant person
This gentleness is
A warmth from where the sun breaks through
And just like this, in the palm of my small hand
For your sake there's surely
Something I can do
I understand that it's unrequited love
Your fingers and your lips
Don't belong to me
But from far away
Just to gaze at you
Brings me happiness
I want to tell the person I love
Just once, like gently watering
A potted plant
"I love you"
I've written countless letters
And resigned myself
To being this way
In this repetitive cycle
And on this peaceful early afternoon, too
Surely you're doing
Something now
The opening of a love story
is something I can't write
At least inside my dreams
I can invite you
To come with me to the city
Where the river flows
And just like this, in the palm of my small hand
For your sake there's surely
Something I can do
I understand that it's unrequited love
Your fingers and your lips
Don't belong to me
But from far away
Just to gaze at you
Brings me happiness