The ache in my mind,

can't be soothed by

breeze or falling rain...

Your starlit eyes

can be seen

everywhere, every time...

I'm scared to

open my eyes!

Why am I

scared to be

alone in the light?

You left me

long ago,

Still why this pain?

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

— Haruki Murakami