A Promise in the Park on a Cloudy, Foggy, and Serene Sunday... When That Bell Rings Under That Grand Oak Tree
- Mar 27
- 2 min read
Sho distanced himself from me,
His final words on that vast field of the Showa Memorial Park,
Under the giant oak, in that last letter, he wrote,
"If the bell chimes today, we'll meet again."
Today, once more, I find myself beneath that grand oak,
Enveloped in deep sorrow,
As the park, covered in overcast skies, fog, and silence,
Feels chilly, and my heart grows heavy.
The clouds and mist paint the surroundings in shades of sorrowful gray,
Three years have passed since the bell last rang, hope has waned,
Perhaps there was never a bell to begin with, I searched everywhere,
But only now, after months and years, do I grasp Sho's letter's meaning.
It was Sho, hinting at the difficulty of our reunion,
As darkness fell and fog veiled the reality of our parting,
The journey home was filled with despair, silent and gray,
Yet from afar, a faint melody and the shadow of color crossed my field of vision.
No longer believing, surely it's an illusion, I thought,
My heartbeat quickened inexplicably,
As the shadow gradually dissipated into the haze, my heartbeat intensified,
Pounding incessantly, I couldn't comprehend, it was unbearable.
Seeing a yellow coat, the same color Sho wore,
Yellow and the arrival of a sound synchronized with my heartbeat,
A clear view of the bell, and Sho returned to my side,
The promise to ring the bell was genuine.
That parting with Sho was his mischievous surprise,
The vivid yellow became distinct, dancing with the golden hue of the bell,
Before I could rush to him, Sho, with a smile, rushed to me,
My red coat and his yellow coat, a miraculous pairing.
In the darkness, mist, and silence, we were enveloped in red and yellow light and sound,
In the world of light and sound, Sho's playful magic was like that of an extravagant child,
A gift that spanned three years, I had given up, Sho's proposal,
In his romantic magic, my heart was enchanted.
Date: February 2, 2024
