on top of the cliff, he sits,
looking out into the azure ocean, waiting.
the days pass transiently,
dusk turns to dawn; dawn turns to dusk
still the day has not come.
seasons fleet past,
はる、なつ、あき、ふゆ.
he sits, waiting still.
will the day come?
an eternity of silence,
an unending rainfall,
an eternal night,
an everlasting wait.
君はどこにいますか。
俺はここで、
君を待っている。
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