Running fast and faster

on the ever-curving long path;

my plain and bare self

isn’t hidden from you anymore.

Your beautiful dream

has died in the wake of the day.

I can still remember

the rainy day you held my hand

and whispered those words -

was it really raining at that time?

You were by my side,

just right there, silent and calm.

I cannot promise you

but all I can do to return your belief

is to be there for you

when it rains for you someday.

Let me just be there

wordlessly holding your hand.

So on this lonely path,

if I behave selfishly once more

and get lost on my way,

will you be there beside me again?

Please, just be there

and I surely won’t ask anymore.