My step falters when my longing eye catches the sight of you.
I admit I nearly forgot how divine you look in the light of the dying sun.
I breath greedily the scent of flowers and scan the curves of mountains.
I take in the dark-green of pines and yellow of the autumn leaves.
I feel ungrateful and ashamed. You, though, laugh and embrace me,
With the joyful bird songs and gentle caress of northern wind. I shiver,
And do not wipe the tears that flows from my eyes.