I’m stepping onto that familiar path,
reminiscing about the smiling faces of that year’s autumn.
Crossroads of life,
in that instant,
we/I said a brief goodbye.
Now, far in the horizon,
do they still remember that year?
Recalling that year,
I only remember smiling faces,
and repeating, resounding goodbyes.
Crossroads,
full of the laughter of days past.
That kind of feeling,
when can it be realised again?