Those unknown
Beautiful red fruit have in autumn already fallen
Winter days approach
What can I still remember and miss
Someone put their hand on my heart
Someone weeping cried out my name
The wilderness says nothing
Only wind pastures loneliness
So much scenery is viewable but unreachable
The insects’ chorus is still
Sun rays touch dust on cheeks
A gentle wave of emotion surges from the crest of the heart
Making me ache to the bone
Unable to hold back the salty-bitter tears in the eyes
The distant mountains are an everlasting illusion
Each and every road retains the stain of snow
I silently look out
An entire life of waiting, entirely without regrets