A Lonely Traveller

Counting the white clouds one after another,
I left you,
leaving you only a bit of lovesickness.
What worries me most now is your reddened eyes. Your tears are always on my mind.

Counting the maple leaves one after another,
I left you,
leaving only my loving heart to you.
What worries me most now is your distance.
Your loneliness is always on my mind.