I hate that I am such a weakling.
My tears are making your smiling face blurry.
I could not do anything
but merely looking at your trembling back
as you slowly diminished out of my sight.
The sound of the wind beating on my window is too loud for me to sleep tonight.
However, what's truly noisy is the commotion of my heart.
I'm thinking about you, and I should be smiling,
but I feel a light stinging pain in my nose,
even though I don't want to cry at all.
I'm such a crybaby that it's irritating.
Your smiling face pricks at my bosom.
Even in times like this, you would be able to keep smiling.
You were truly strong yet gentle.
The flower petals scatter helplessly in the ceaseless rain.
Another season is passing by. I feel something warm on my cheeks.
When I gazed up at the sky, I became wanting to see you,
so I've been running out of breath, even though
I am still not strong yet.
I'm such a crybaby that it's irritating,
but I wish to convey it to you now.
I need to respond to
those strong yet gentle eyes of yours
that were directly looking at me.
Before I could notice, I had lost the one thing most precious to me.
You were the one who tenderly taught me what it was.
I really do think so, without a question.
I hated that I was such a weakling.
However, I will become stronger and stronger,
so that I would be able to protect you.
Until that time,
please, wait for me a little longer.