It was an autumn: like many autumn days,
when I met you roaming through the woods.
It was cold and rainy autumn day,
but to run back at home...
I refused.
You stared at me and I just stared back at you,
caught in the kindness of your jet eyes-
you were so, so innocent...
But, alas, it was just another mask...
Your innocence was mask...
And I realized it
on the uneasy way ...