Too much of a good thing

When I gaze away at the far sky, the shape of you
in my memory appears in front of it.
I remember you artless in those days.
You didnt' know anything.
Your long hair alwayed moved in the wind.

All I can do was stare at it.
I was stand it beside you to turn you around to me.
When you did so, the time around me slowed down.

After all those days, still I can't move closer to you,
still I can do nothing for you
but gaze at you again. I was unable to move.

If you fall down in a desert.
I'll be a drop of water.
If you lose your ways in darkness
I'll be a torch and light up.
I swear I ought to be so.
But when you were in an emergency before, I couldn't.
So you maybe won't turn your face to me.
It's a matter, of course, You'll give up.
It's a matter, of course.

You dont' know anything about me.
except for my weakness.
And I was unable to move.