One is Yesterday's You, One is Today's Me
Rainwater
I stand by the window
watching the spring they evoke
words associated with warmth drift across my mind
I've long grown accustomed to muted colors
your appearance gradually blurs
the part omitted by time
melting with the lingering snow
they are flows of time
I am the empty city I pass by again and again
I am the white shirt I never wore
many hidden affections, stolen by your silence
until the spring wind moistened my eyes
becoming a rain similar to that in a parallel world
will anyone stand by the window and gaze into the distance?
two people walking side by side along the willow bank
one is yesterday's you
the other is my own rebirth
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