The Reverie of a Missing Nest

A cup of tea with you! Will I never again have the fortune of losing myself in that enchanting conversation woven with wonder, in the intensity of that piercing gaze? In this crowd of so many illuminations, will I not waste away?

At least don't come into this wretched darkness of mine; I don't want to embarrass you.

I've heard that light finds its true existence only in darkness. The insignificant one who managed to bewilder you—he's no ordinary person.

How deeply I've longed to return to the nest of your missing emotions; I've searched for you even in fierce fever... Even in the midst of terrible pain, you seem to lie buried in my chest.

In the world of relationships, meticulous attention and care matter most—but in the world of love?

Ha ha ha...In the world of love, only the rise and fall of feelings matters; the more you burn yourself in the terror of emotion, the more you learn to love.
...All of this, of course, is my own way of thinking.

What more must I do to return to you?
Ah...I'm not forcing anything, just asking to know.

In imagination you stay terribly close to me, body pressed against body. When my tenderness toward you deepens—when the yearning grows to barely brush your lips—something inside my chest recoils in fear!

So without prolonging the wait, I made myself a small place on one side of your chest.

In uncertainty grows the murmur of the unattained... I have touched you for the last time—with this devastated heart of mine.