One song
Carries me
To a time far away.
This old short song

Shakes in a high place
Like the top of an oak tree.
It uttered in a gentle voice
Then, told me.

Someday,
People who you liked
Were illusions.
It told me that.

The illusions that my mind made,
I just pursued.
The story that I liked,
I just liked.
It told me.

There was nobody
Except me.
Nobody exists
j\Just me and my shadow.

Grass trembles.
A tree's shade was played
By sunshine and wind.
A lemon fell and
I just laughed and looked.