Stories and Prose (Translated)

Even So, You



: How many days I tried to spend without you—those days passed in a flash, now I can't anymore!

Don't tell me to leave; this moment could have been ours! I never wanted this distance between us, rather I wished our story would flow on, even if with some longing unfulfilled.

: This gap is brief; why are you thinking so much? I am here, yet you still want to nurture this unreal thought? Why can't you believe in my existence?

: Your existence suffered a crisis from the incompleteness of my promise, in that regret there's no place for the sincere effort of my feelings.

: Don't you know that I don't care about feelings?

: I know you're not without feeling; can anyone truly be that, tell me? Don't ask why I search for you, there's no self-interest sheltered in it.

: I've touched you and seen, in that purity I could never bind myself; yet your perception troubles me deeply, even today you exist in my perception.

Did our separation then never truly happen?
Share this article

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *