I went to the valley because I thought
I heard the sound of falling leaves,
but it was the blooming of flowers
deep in the forest.

I went searching
with empty hands,
and he gave me scents
and an abundance of smiles.

I went because I wanted to
give him something,
but I was empty-handed.

As I was returning, ashamed,
passing winds followed me
carrying scents, and soaked
my clothes.

I strained to listen
because I thought you were coming,
but saw that the flowers were already wilting.