Is it your tears or mine that gently glides across your cheeks? Didn't you cry in the season of first kiss and goodbye? My fingertips

My little fish, you are awake.

Do you still know that morning?

Last night you said

May the night never open.

Your cheeks are slipping gently.

Is it your tears or mine?

The season of first kiss and goodbye.

Haven't you already cried?

My fingertips still remember.

Your flustered heartbeat

In the warm body fragrance

That long hair is fluttering.