sky
It's snowing.
It seems that
It's not so gloomy anymore.
I
Hold up a small umbrella
Fall quietly
Wandering in pure white
Inadvertently,
I walked a long way.
Good far
Only quiet snow.
Accompany me
so I ... ...
Hold out your hand.
snow
It's in my hand.
at once
past
Leaving only
A tear
pour forth
Its confusion
snow
Maybe I don't know.
die
What is this?
I
Maybe I don't know.
oneself
What else can you live for?
Until I suddenly turned around
Only then did I find my way.
This is not what I expected.
Full of bitterness and ups and downs.
snow
Still floating quietly
All white
Hide all the stories
Only footprints were left in the panic.
Accompanied by the howling cold wind
There is a lonely figure
Slowly disperse
Frost and snow
I don't seem to know
There are traces in the cold wind.
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.
lonely
At the last drop of blood
Is so old and pale.
But at the last moment when I tried my best.
See kapok sad smile.
only
In that smile
With a hint
ridicule
mimical
snow
In this early winter
Still too fragile.
Always melts inadvertently.
then
Become the tears of the earth
When spring comes.
earth
Will talk about it.
Only at this time.
snow
Great changes have taken place.
Wait until the next reincarnation.
I don't know to collect it.
Thousands or tens of thousands of years of memory.
Go back to the past.
For the earth.
Put on a silver coat.
The road ahead seems long.
I don't know how long I've been gone.
Just blindly crossing the road under your feet
With a trace of vicissitudes
General fatigue
confused ...
In the first part of this poem, I chose the sentence "All the stories are hidden", and I forget where I extracted it from. I wrote and added the rest, I don't know if it's good or not. I don't have a Japanese version here, hehe, it's probably early winter!