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