In the sparse night sky, only the black cat's eyes are visible
The orange night light catches a glimpse of the tears of the green leaves
Alone, I do not see your shadow
The early morning streets, park benches
The lingering warmth of the ground, the touch of the handrails
The wild grass by the road, an indescribable fragrance
Unconsciously stepping into this dance of loneliness
Take a look behind you
That person, perhaps just behind the utility pole
Maybe gazing from the treetops
Or perhaps, he is nowhere to be found
Hidden deep in the closet
Waiting for a night like this
To give me a kiss