Faint sounds in the painful night
And kindness that torments me—
I’ll put them away with the softly repeating past
We knew of the early summer’s colors
Dry reverberation and temperature
My tears have fallen in this bittersweet world
Aah– I can’t see anything in the colorless sky
But my empty heart
Hey, I wonder if there’s
Any meaning left
In breathing anymore
The presence in the distance changed color and fillеd the air, and the now
Those billowing sounds, you wеre oblivious to them;
Look, there you are at the final stop in my dream again
While painting the universe
I had my eye on where the origin may be
But gravity separates the tip (of my brush) from touching it
Only the silence and today were wavering
This transparent morning, I woke up to the coldness of grief clinging to me
I waved my hand over and over
Now that I can say this, start rowing toward tomorrow
Toward that faint sadness
I’m the only one standing up in
The center of this blue world
The revolving star and the musical chords;
They trace how long the night will be
When will you send down two drops of rain?
I gently get on a cloud as it blows toward tomorrow–
I know that it’s for the best
I reached out my hand to make the words disappear
I got used to this place
But it became strangely unpleasant
“What exactly is being used as an axis for today to pass on by?”
I ask over and over again
I put on my shoes, now grown too small
Wondering where in the distance I’m allowed to look
The presence in the distance changed color and fills the air, and the now
Those billowing sounds, you were oblivious to them;
Look, there you are at the final stop in my dream again
While painting the universe
I had my eye on where the origin may be
But gravity separates the tip (of my brush) from touching it
The temperature continued to be warm, and I was aware of that