You were sitting on the floor
　　(its clean and white color)
　　 holding the anonymous book to your chest
　　The deepened shadow you cast
　　under the tree it rests
　　At first,
　　I thought I knew your name
　　and you knew my name
　　I was standing on the shore
　　not having a word to roar
　　September was
　　blooming to your chest