I stand at the grassy bank and look at my reflection in the water thinking of all the times we spent walking along here; how I miss those days…

The days we used to sit on the bench under the trees and play guitar…

The days we used to mess about…

The days we would just sit and chill out …

“I’ll always be by your side” you used to say, but now you’ve gone somewhere else, you never said why you had to go you just said:

“I’ll be back I promise, wait for me here. I’ll miss you”

So that what I’ve been doing everyday for 2 months, waiting at the side of this lake waiting for you to come back…

Hiroto, where did you go?

Please come back…