She sent it on a cloud in the sky. Every whisper meant, every tear felt, each moment we could have spent. She blew a kiss with it, that one, the largest ivory one in the sky. Should we be together, apart, lonely, in love, holding each other, screaming at one another. In every second we could have been in love. There as if in the Heavens. So far from our hands. I’ll never forget the cloud she sent nor the rain it brought. Every drop of the deluge a good bye, until the sun broke through, and once again it’s hello. I’ll always remember everything I loved about her. I swear that I always will.
– Mitsuo Tanaka