Kuon

The wind I longed for carries sand, searching only for your shadow.
As if drawn in, I keep walking.
Yes, meetings are always the start of goodbyes.
Why do people pretend not to notice?
Reflect me in your clear, wind-like eyes.

If I could see you one more time before this world ends,
I could live more honestly, just like yesterday.
Even now, you burn with life, unchanged.

I can't witness this star's end,
but through the gaps in my fingers, I see your ghost in the sand.

I don’t want to forget this sinking view, it’s so beautiful.
Let even the tears I shed become a blessing, like rain that never fades.

If I could see you one more time before this world ends,
I could live more honestly, just like yesterday.
Even now, you burn with life, unchanged.

I’m glad I met you, someone I can call a friend.