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The sky one year ago

Over there, at the horizon there awaits us a blue sky.
Can you see it now?
No, you can't, not with those huge clouds in the sky.
In a science class, so long ago now, a teacher called them nimbostratus.
Rain bearers, bringers of dark days.
They say that people that grew up in rural areas can smell when it is going to rain.
Do you think it's possible to smell the sadness of days?
I didn't smell it back then, when we said goodbye.
There wasn't even a whiff of that, nor the loneliness of the days we have.
Your scent, that was all there was.
The smell of coffee and dessert,
of taro swimming in hot pot,
of grass under the black sky,
of pizza in a park,
of new year's eve,
of your skin claiming the sunlight by the sea,
of the happiest days of my life.
No, I didn't sense the hardship that day,
but I have clung to your scent ever since.
Because the rainy days don't last forever,
people have hope for tomorrow.
This long season of our lives,
where we are far apart from each other's side
will someday come to a close.
And the sky will clear, and the sun rays shall say,
"let us shine upon these lovers",
while we embrace.