Winter in hometown

Artist’s Note

I’m standing here, missing him.
It’s as if I’ve turned into a rock, yearning for him.
Many years have passed, but he hasn’t returned.
Yet, I’m still standing here today.
However, that heavy wave is telling me it’s time to forget him.
Will I be able to go on without him?
The waves break me down once more today.
He vanished like morning dew. He will never return.
I will wait. Just until today.