longing to have a rustle, though occasionally drizzle please approach
longing to begin to cool, though occasionally the light of love shines
more than a full moon, the news never came
until your figure is vague in memory, and I'm used to without your shadow
not bored waiting, I'm just afraid to forget your presence
although I no longer wait and miss not as warm as I used to, do not know that I'm an inch from where we last met
I do not want you to be confused, if I do not exist when you come back
I want to greet you, though longing not as glowing as before