雨あがりの十字路を吹き抜ける
予感の夜風を
五感で吸い込む
夜に浮かぶ地上の蓮
さざめく裏林の黒影
I'll sow them as seeds
until the day they sprout
the ones I left behind are shiny stones
not breadcrumbs
flickering
waiting
until the day you come to pick them up
just as birds don't sing the same song,
and the wind doesn't blow the same way,
and just as different lunch smells rise,
there is no harmony that is prepared from the beginning.
departing from mechanisms and logic,
even in a fixed environment,
there are many things that are not fixed
幾億この さよならと
幾千この はじめまして
そして幾百かの おひさしぶり
それは さびしくて みずみずしくて
すこし かわいて なつかしい
もどるのでなく かえってくるだけ
わすれて また おもいだす