If I want,
Sky makes cloudburst,
Nonetheless I burn
And suffer from desert thirst.

If I want,
I can make universe rock,
But time is standstill here
I feel contented without a clock.

I can't return to past
Although recalls my mind,
Memory flies like leaves
Swept away by the gusty wind.

The moon goes away
With the fragrant night,
I pass my solitary moments
Getting on imaginary flight.

Who is happy in the universe?
It's hard to say,
Someone enjoys and someone cries
On a rainy day.