I brought you some smiles You completely felt very happy Carefully held that happiness Warmed up your heart so troubled. Going further your very deep eyes You did not say a word but sighed Your hands brushed themselves To warm your inside with breeze. Nothing more to be so worried Al will go far as a conventional dream Making into piles a bundle of shabby life Sharp as a knife cut the wound. Strong fragrance covered the road conducting To serene country with a range of mountains and rivers I went to a side of wild poetry Stone bloomed into poems, poems blooming as flowers. Pine branches ahead inclined and dropped down Who sat facing at each sunrise So familiar speaking laughing Pink sunlight fell to your shoulders. How can we see a flow of memories Except the case water ran upstream Waves withdrew and left only sand Either build up or slide sides we expect gradually. |