Is the moon sorrowful as it wanes?

Does water lament as it flows ceaselessly away?

Clouds, do they mourn as they depart and never return?

Does the wind carry sadness in its endless wandering?

Is the sun melancholic as it fades into dusk?

Do flowers carry sadness as their colors fade?

Does dew bear sorrow as it falls like tears?

Does the sea harbor sorrow in its surging waves?

Does the sky weep its sorrow through rain and flood?

Is the night sorrowful, shrouded in deep darkness...

A desolate night sky,

A contemplative heart,

A drop of sadness,

Falling...

Falling...

Water flowing, clouds drifting.

Where to send my heart’s longing?

Layer upon layer of surging waves,

Across boundless miles of open sea...

Whose sorrow is it...

So akin to sorrow

From countless lifetimes ago.

Music notes out of tune, 

Clouds drifting sluggishly.

Midnight garden,

Cold like a sheet of frost.

Night mist,

Drops of dew

descending upon the lips...

In silence,

Listen to the sighs of the wind...

It seems as though

Someone's footsteps

Just passed by...