twinkling stars

 　　Today is the third day of my trip to the countryside. I wonder how you've been lately. Have you been enjoying teaching those children, or perhaps you're overwhelmed with work, or maybe you're missing your friends?

　　Standing under the banyan tree by the school path, the evening breeze is blowing intermittently, and the leaves are slowly falling. I think of your flowing hair, swaying in the wind, so free and unrestrained.

　　Suddenly, I miss you so much. Where are you? Gazing at the starry sky, without the clouds obstructing the view, it's breathtakingly beautiful. Have you been admiring that patch of starry sky these past few days, finding the Summer Triangle? I wonder if the stars you see hold a trace of my thoughts.

　　What is longing? Simple words can't easily express it. It's a feeling that even while eating, I think about whether you've eaten, whether you're full, or whether you're happy or confused, and your image flashes through my mind. Sometimes when I see chubby students, or students with similar personalities to you, I like to play with them and chat with them a lot, because that feeling is like being with you.