Following the trail of the secret message written in gray dust

It doesn't take long.

I found a trace of your scent on a gust of wind.

Before being swept away into the sunset

I chased the clouds and only saw stars bathing in the moonlight.

He chased towards the river only to meet hunting waves.

He chased on the plateau

The slopes are broken like love

I chase your scent with a scream

The sky responded with kites

Maybe, you will only encounter that scent.

After dreams sprout from the sunny fields.