To the small village
There is a pagoda near my house. What time is it?
The trees near the pagoda are peaceful.
I was the only one allowed to speak on that subject.
Both he and I were involved in that matter.
To the small village
When the window opens,
The wind is blowing.
I think so.
The wind that blows through the heat during the day
The wind that blows through the dark, silent world at night
Anyway
The winds are blowing all the time.
If they are obsessed, they go crazy.
Even small dry branches break.
To the small village
Before the particles carried across the water freeze
It's so nostalgic to call it winter.
Defying time like a paper boat that drifts away
Insoluble in water
The little water droplet, who was dependent on me, also suffered.
I imagine the sound of the train doors closing and leaving.
For me, the stars in my compass point south.
To the small village
Take life.
Love that will keep you safe and warm
Give it to me.
