There you are,
standing with a frail smile,
tears shining through the eyes.
There lies so much distance between us,
I can only see you. Here I am, standing still,
being nowhere.
You are surrounded,
all by the fog.
I can't see you; all I see is the fog.
The tree where we watched the sky has grown weary; I want it back.
The waters flow no more, where you stood for
the first time.
There we are,
hanging on the verge,
with tears that dried.
Not a drop of fear had I seen, I see you die,
wanting to be with you.