IT IS NOT SO EASY
TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS
TO MAKE A GARLAND

AS YOU RELEASED THE BOW
THE BIRDS MEASURING THE SPACE
MEMORIES WOUNDING THE HEART
-------AN AFFLICTION.......

AS YOU FLUNG THE NET
THE STARS SWIMMING IN DEEP SKY
DREAMS QUIVERING IN THE POND OF SLEEP
-----AN EXHAUSTION......

IT IS NOT SO EASY
TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS
TO MAKE A GARLAND

IN THE FRAGRANT CORONA I LOOSE MYSELF!
THE FOOLISH MOTH FLUTTER AROUND THE FLAME!

IT IS NOT EASY TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS!
WHILE GATHERING I MAY VANISH---
VANISH LIKE A REAL DREAM!

THE LAST LEAF-- THE LAST BEAT-- THE LAST DREAM--

AT LEAST A MOMENT, you,  FLOW LIKE A SPRING
INTO THE DAWN OF MY LIFE!