Awaken your ancient letters

  
 Winter is still months away.
 Right now the heat blazes mercilessly.
 Yet thoughts of winter come to mind. When they do,
 I feel a little chill. It happens.
  
 Tell me, sunshine, just before winter arrives,
 when that faint cool breeze touches your skin, do you remember how it feels?
 That delicious shiver, isn't it?
 Sunshine, don't wonder why I'm saying this. I felt like saying it, that's all.
  
 Night will fall. I've been waiting so long for it...
 Why this waiting, tell me?
 When night comes, I'll talk with you.
 Imagine: that cool breeze is outside. Slipping through the window. A blanket around us.
 ...how would that be?
  
 I can tell you're puzzled about me.
 Sunshine, do you realize that I know this about you?
 You're thinking: everything feels so dreamlike, brushing past. But why?
 She came so close. After all this time. Why did she come?
  
 You're full of doubts, so many uncertainties. I know this, sunshine. I understand.
 You come close with hesitation in your heart. Even when you're near, you watch me from that same distance.
 Who you are to me, who I am to you—this still isn't clear to you.
 You remain caught in a kind of riddle. I understand.
 A deep thought clouds the sky of your understanding.
 You keep thinking and thinking. Is this a dream? Or magic? Or just illusion?
  
 Sunshine, listen to me. Don't think so much.
 When you start overthinking, I become restless.
 I start feeling that any moment something will occur to you,
 and you'll call me right away and say, I'm leaving!
 Standing before the mirror, combing my hair for ages,
 I keep wondering: why is my sunshine so troubled?
  
 The day I first saw you, I noticed you were surrounded by so many people.
 Everyone was absorbed with you. I was a little distant from you.
 I watched how they kept you so busy,
 they took pictures with you, weariness in your eyes, a smile on your lips...
 They couldn't see this; they just kept taking pictures.
 They were playing with you. They wouldn't let you rest.
 You weren't allowed any tiredness, any feelings.
 You kept smiling and smiling. Sadness in your eyes. Tenderness in mine.
  
 I watched you all day. It felt like I was right beside you...
 You were speaking. Your voice was rich and full.
 Your talk of dreams was touching me,
 you spoke and kept speaking...they all listened, they just kept taking pictures...
 They don't need you. They won't be there tomorrow either...this occurred to me.
 Your words, the pictures they took with you...they need nothing more, certainly not you!
 They came to be inspired. They came to dream. They need fistfuls of life.
 They'd have no qualms about gathering dreams even while standing on your corpse.
  
 All the arrangements ended. I was still watching you...
 Not a single picture of mine was taken with you that day either.
 I only watched you, the way I still watch today...
 When I close my eyes, that same old you still comes before me...
  
 The gathering broke up. You were leaving. In a rickshaw. I was still watching...
 Suddenly! You turned back. You saw me. What a tender, longing gaze!
 As if I were someone you'd lost...I wasn't a stranger to you...
 I watched you go...wondering, why did he turn back? Why...?
  
 That's when this fondness began. I'd seen you helping everyone dream.
 I'd seen you seeing me. So much more to say...let this be enough for today!
  
 Sunshine, what's the point of all this counting? Do any accounts balance?
 Even when everything is lost, a sky still remains.
 Can't we live with just that much?
 One life, one sky. Do you really need so much more, sunshine?
  
 I know you can't remember happy memories these days.
 That unbearable pain still keeps you bruised...
 Don't think so much, sunshine. Even after everything, one can live well.
 Rise up and live. Let them see you rise!
 Let them burn with envy. Let you remain as enviable as before.
 Don't let them win, sunshine! If you lose, they'll triumph with such glee...
  
 They love to dream.
 Those who show them dreams—they love to become their hunters.
 There's only one way to escape their hands—keep dreams purely personal.
 As long as they're around, staying alive matters more than becoming immortal.
  
 Yet I want you to burn like the sun. Endlessly!
 Everyone will see and be amazed. Then amazed even more.
  
 Dear sunshine, I know that you love me.
 So I don't really need anything more...
 Just one question. That cat at your house—do its eyes look like mine?