It felt like your smile was projected for a moment
upon the whiteness of my breath, which was dissolving into the cold wind.
I pedal just a little harder.
That unchanging landscape will be right there, beyond the curve.
I looked out over this lake with you every day.
The ripples and the treelight interweave, forming a gentle symphonia.
I stand alone. A song mixes with my sighs
because I suddenly felt like I could hear your laughter.
Your warm words rest in my frozen heart.
I’m still looking out over this landscape while being embraced.
When my tears show through the silence of the lake shore,
An illusion of your smile will rise to the surface once again.
Even now, I sometimes come to this lake alone.
The ripples and the treelight are nostalgic, inviting that symphonia.
It’s about time: I’ve gotta return home!
Look—I bid farewell to the lake’s surface, the same colour as my memories.
The lake shore’s symphonia… My beloved symphonia…
Translated by Releska