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.

A turtle dove walks holding a twig in its beak,
Stops briefly.
Looks around.
Walks again.
One twig.
It is an important one
In order to make its nest.
It can easily find
The right twigs
In this time.
If I were a turtle dove
and made my nest,
I would be hectic
and run around
gathering many twigs
at the same time.
Even though the turtle dove
Was laughed by
Clouds and wind,
It doesn't hurry up.
Something fixes everything.
Everything will just fall into place
because it knows that.
Slowly
Like hit or miss,
It will carry
Valuably and slowly
A twig that
It catches in its eyes.
How did it decide to make a nest?
The female that lays an egg?
Does it really wait for him?
Will its egg really hatch?
You just make a nest because spring comes?
I don't think so.
I recognize if I see its eyes.
The turtle dove has confidence
And begin to make its nest.
Its eyes
unshakably clear.
God's promise is
kept there.

If I walk in a sunny park with someone,
I can go there.
If a stranger asks me a direction,
I can go there.
While I’m starting at someone’s eyes,
I can go there.
There is nobody
In that place.
The secret garden
Which sunshine flows.
If we breathe
Grown ****’s sweet smell,
We can go there.
If we listen for
A faint voice,
We can hear it.
More than a flower comes out.
More than a butterfly falls
That faint voice.
The voice says.
“Don’t lose exiting things
In the river of time.”
“Don’t give up what
You have tried to capture!”
There is that place between a word and word
That time can’t reach
Like this garden.
So, In order to listen to the voice,
I’ll go to the secret garden.

Now,
In the silver rain
I'm walking
Everywhere.
In the obscure rain,
On the water that is flowing along the asphalt,
I'm walking.
Ordinary
is everywhere.
Nothing really standing out,
I'm walking this road.
There are no likes and dislikes
Because there is only one direction.
I'm walking.
This road
Will float in the universe
Because I think so.
As if legs
Like wings
Like songs
Are walking.
Beyond this road,
There are many facts of my character.
In order to meet many sides of you,
I'm walking.
There are no likes and dislikes
Because there is only one direction.
I'm walking
This road.
There is no front and back.
Just to where
The heart leads.
If it keeps raining,
If the sun shines,
It doesn't matter.
Because there is only one direction,
I'm walking
This road.
If there is nobody,
If there is nothing,
It doesn't matter.
If I'm sad,
I'll accept my sadness.
If I'm pleased,
I'll accept my pleasure.
Both of them are the moment
Of illusion
Because there is only one direction
Just to where the heart leads

What exists is
This road
I'm walking on.

In the returning road,
A streak of sunlight points at the empty asphalt and
A puddle laughs.
The sun illuminates a gray sky,
The rain is over.
Leaving  behind
A puddle...
How much rain
Fell?
Look, about this much
Only the puddle knows.
It rains as much as it can.
By now, in the sky somewhere
It is carried across by the blowing winds
Traveling.
Does it want to come again?
It will never come again.
All the rain
Only once.
Never again.
Only once
Traces of rain.

From the gray sky where brightness is increased,
Cold rain falls.
“I am me.”
Enjoyment is where the wind blows.

Cold rain
will carry and
will carry people's tears.
Tears that weren't shed and
Tears that were shed
gathered up
One grain at a time
Changing to snow.
A heavy object into a light one
Dripping
Wafting
Wafting
Dripping
Dripping
Wafting
One grain at a time
Soundlessly
is held by the ground
melting away.
Surely from there,
Grass sprouts
Supple green
Daughters.

Spring days are
Sunny and rainy.

Warm and bright
Hope takes off.

Cold and dark
Sadness soaks through.

Two things
Jumbling together
Spring can be made.