we grow old when we become ashamed of the dreams we have.

still not being forgotten
For you I burn my will
I'm struggling
I let the good times go by
              for you who will be forgotten

still not being forgotten
For you I walk a crooked life path
I don't tell anyone
I don't hold on to the painful
              for you who will be forgotten

still not being forgotten
For you I denounce the cruel sins
I endure the times of suffering  
              for you who will be forgotten

For you who will soon be forgotten
for the faith it was so long and long
I untie the ropes of love
             for you who cannot be forgotten.

The distance a stock moves
That time is
a hummingbird's flapping
is equal to one

The joy and sorrow of love
Meet in that moment
stock is lost minute
or joy and pain?

oval circles being made
of raindrops
Torn stock papers
To make snowflakes

vain dreams
do not disappear
remain in our hearts
become bitter hummings.

In the clear sky
floating clouds
Right in front of me
I reach out my hand
and to grab them
reaching out
the more I tried to catch it,
the more the clouds
move away.
Tired of holding on
distance of time
between me and the clouds
what's the distance
of the broken love?

flowering plant
has an arrowhead
does not attack
with green triangular leaves
RATHER
protecting its roots and branches
Alismataceae
acua factory
in fresh water and mud
floats on the surface of the water
flowers in three clusters
colored on a purple base
eye light of stability.
snow light of purity.

No misery, no happiness
Luck in misery

There is luck even without misery
Misery among good luck

Good luck
Happiness of misery.

The departed
waiting for the day to return
On the way
scattered azalea petals
Two low mountains in the distance
that meet the black field below
A calm black lake
A water-clored waves
On its edge
blooming azaleas
By its side
a brief glimpse of
The road that seems long
the way you are coming.