Me—
the meadow of the night...

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

A true samurai master
teaches war...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

I am lonely
I am so lonely...

I want the world to be fair,
and yet...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not.
But those who anonymously “know” God...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

Eyes, eyes, eyes,
I just see your eyes...

_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...