Eyes.

He wore his hair in a ponytail,

Long beautiful hair

That fell to his waist.

Then, I’d noticed his hands,

Swinging the wooden sword

1, 2, 3.

Day after day,

I never saw all of his face.

Then, from the shadows of practice,

I saw it:

Always smiling with his mouth,

But never with his eyes,

They said he was strange,

But for me, the person

Who never believed in

Love at first sight,

Felt, “We know each other.”

He is always silent,

Talking with his eyes,

Listening to my complaints

When I’m about to explode

As he keeps swinging 1 2 3.

It’s okay to let others see weakness

Because strength starts there.

I keep trying everyday

To be that person

He said I could be

While he smiles more with his eyes

When he talks to me.