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The bell sound of autumn

A corner of the blue sky
is descending so gracefully.
A mountain, tinged with red,
is trembling with a quiver.
How slowly enlightenment comes
and is seated in a circle.

An autumn sketch

Is the wind also blind drunk?
The field of reeds is restless.
The lofty high sky, too,
looks to be drunk for a while.
The sky picked a few of white coluds
and spread them out as it pleased.

Fossil

On the last day of Pompeii,
they cuddled up and faced their death.
A thousand years have passed since then;
they’re lying here right before us.
You and I see their capillaries
in their eyes barely half-closed.

A happy country

As you and I are together,
the moon and stars are pretty.
As you and I are together,
flowers and birds are pretty.
There must be a happy country,
as you and I are together.

Going together

If you and I go together,
I’d like the way to be longer.
In our life, so frequently
we tend to meet and separate.
However, I’m not used to it yet,
as it makes me feel uneasy.

A gulp of coffee

Taking a gulp of strong coffee,
I’m thinking about you.
I swallow curiosity;
I swallow longingness.
So brightly, a small glass-like stone
grows bigger inside me.

Like green barley

It’ll be nice if I stay fresh
like green barley, my favorite,
swaying briskly to and fro
in the sunlight of the fifth month.
It’ll be great if I live inside you,
dressed in green all the time.

The day of the first snow

On the day of the first snow
I’ll run, I’ll run to thee.
While the snow falls to pile up,
lying thick on my body,
thy love piles right upon my mind,
forming layer upon layer.

A blinker light

In the purity of the unknown
that diffuses a white aura,
I want some time to swim around,
letting out a soft breath.
Like turning on a bright blinker light,
I turn on you inside me.

Our love is

I grow up right inside you;
you grow up right inside me.
Under the sky after the rain,
we look pretty just like June.
We are trees which fit together
for a forest with a good shade.