the helplessness of crouching in a concrete house
Listen to the rising cicada
When the cicada's voice and dog's bark fill the eardrum
I don't demand anything anymore
Use all the time in a hurry
Saw the years into many fragments
Have a deep dream and be amazed. Doubt to see the blue sky and smell the flowers
I became unreasonable
I used all the possibilities of space
I divided the world with money and feelings
The size, environment and rivers were different
I can only recall the feeling of riding in a carriage and bumping on a country road
I no longer believe in simplicity and friendship
I no longer believe in the whiteness of magnolia and the pink of peach blossoms <