When we find that time is only a blink of an eye
From the cracks in our fingertips
Slip away quietly
We should learn to cherish time.
tomorrow
I want to carry my lovely bag.
Free bridge on the expressway across the railway track
Find my time.
When we find that life is at sunrise.
From the hole between our eyebrows
Disappear when decadent and empty.
We should learn to cherish life.
tomorrow
I want to ride my intimate horse.
Follow the sun across the snow-capped mountains and rivers.
To find my life.
tomorrow
I am tired.
I'll put down my luggage and jump off the horse.
Hold your lover's hand
Sitting on a chrysanthemum branch
Look at the red sun in the west
Slowly fall into the arms of the stars
tomorrow
I want to find a green space.
Dig a grave
Plant a green bud in front of the grave
I will lie in my grave in peace.
Nourish the growth of green shoots with life.