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.