长春之春

Trees, wiping left and right, left and right.

Leaves, leaves of so many trees, falling down all over the year, from last fall, last winter, to this spring, and will continue to summertime, and some yellow leaves, will stay upside in the tree till next fall. Leaves turn to yellow, once again.

And you are there, you see them falling down, while you are passing by, aiming to the big building. You have classes there must attend.

So you speed up. You can see a little pond by the side of  a narrow street, down from a moutain covered by sakura(or oriental cherry if you must), you can read my mind from high above.

I’m thinking, thoughts like this:

Gradually I’m forgeting that young man’s name.

He stood there by the pond just like that, they said. They said HE stood there, from where he could see the blue sky, the white cloud in the water, and the apple tree nearby, and grassland at the edge, also his own figure. In fact, he saw only the figure of his own.