While the rising cliff
is poured upon
only by blue moonlight,

alone, you
continue waiting for the opposite wind
constantly.

The changing color of your eyes --
a smile is still far away, but
you keep believing.

Spread your wounded wings
toward the night sky;
what is it you're waiting for?

With neither a love to struggle toward
nor a place to return to,
all that remains is a time of isolation.

Among sobbing gasps,
you lose sight of
the footprints you're following.

The entwining dizziness
makes you forget even your heartbeat
at times.

What [we] discovered that day
is a bond strained by darkness:
I love you.

Sleep-muddied,
not recognizing anyone,
will you collapse into the sea*?

The transparent light,
the flowing tears
cry out to that wind.