Searching for the lost self

By the way,

 On a single cloud drifting in the sky

Flowers turn into rain and scatter

Deep in the mountains, spring is still far away,

half-asleep

 Startled by the passing wind

Suddenly waking from a dream

The first person I met was the me I used to be,

For some reason,

That figure doesn’t stand up during the day.

How pure and beautiful it was.

Rubbing my eyes and looking again

back and forth

Before I knew it, somewhere suddenly

Once again, I’m nowhere to be found.

Just looking around

Udukany

I still feel that I am still living.

What is it? If anyone knows

 Even if it’s just a little ear puff…