We call it a grain of sand. But it doesn't call itself grain or sand.
It exists like this, without a systematic, special, transient, permanent, inaccurate or appropriate name.
It doesn't need our appearance, our touch.
I can't feel being perceived and moved.
It fell on the windowsill only as our experience, not its experience.
Falling on something does not prove that it has fallen or is still falling.
You can see a good view of the lake from the window, but you can't see the lake itself. It exists in this world.
No color and shape, no sound, no taste, no pain.
The bottom of the lake has no bottom for itself, and the shore has no shore for itself.
Its water is not wet for itself.
Its waves do not feel single or individual.
These waves surround rocks that are neither too small nor too big.
Whisper to your own deaf.
All this happened in a sky without sky.
The sun never sets there.
Hidden behind an unconscious cloud.
The wind tugged at it for no reason, just blowing.
One second passed, another second, the third.
But this is only our three seconds.
Time flies like an urgent messenger.
But this is just our metaphor.
A created character speaks more and more urgently, and the news is unreasonable.
fall in love at first sight
They all believe it.
It was generate's passion that made them meet in an instant.
This determination is beautiful,
But impermanence is more beautiful.
Because they have never met, they are very sure.
Have nothing to do with each other
But listen to the words from the streets, stairs and corridors-
Maybe they passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them.
I don't remember-
At the revolving door
Face to face?
Or mumbling "sorry" in the crowd?
Or the abrupt "wrong number" intercepted on the receiver?
However, I know their answers.
Yes, they don't remember.
If they know, they will be very surprised.
Fate played with them for many years.
It's not completely finished.
Prepare for their fate,
Fate pushed them closer and drove them away,
hold one's laughter
Get in their way,
Then step aside.
There are some signs and signals,
Even if they don't understand it.
Maybe three years ago.
Or just last Tuesday
There is a leaf flying.
Side by side?
You dropped something and picked it up?
Who knows, maybe it's that one
A ball that disappeared in the childhood bush?
And I've already touched it beforehand.
Covered
Door handles and doorbells.
Luggage cases placed side by side after inspection.
One night, maybe it was the same dream,
It became blurred in the morning.
Every beginning
After all, it's just a sequel,
And a book full of plots
Always start in the middle.
amateur
It's really quiet here.
We listened to yesterday's song.
"You go up the mountain, I go to the valley ..."
Although we heard it, we didn't believe it.
Our laughter is not a mask of sadness.
Our kindness is not self-sacrifice.
Its significance is far-reaching.
We sympathize with those who do not love each other.
We revel in our own surprises.
What else can surprise us?
Whether it's a rainbow at night
Or a butterfly flying in the snow.
When we are asleep,
But I saw parting in my dream.
But it was a good dream.
But it was a good dream.
Because we have woken up from our dreams.
key
I have a key, but I suddenly lost it.
How do we get into the house?
Maybe someone will find the key.
He looked at it-what's the use for him?
So he left and left the key.
It's like throwing away a piece of scrap metal.
My love for you
If you suffer such a fate.
For us, for the world.
This kind of love will be very sad.
Even if someone else picked it up.
No door can be opened.
This is just a tangible thing.
Then let rust destroy it.
Not a book, not a star.
This is not a peacock's call.
Arranged such a fate
golden wedding anniversary
They must be different in the past.
Fire and water are incompatible.
They possess and give in desire.
Rape strangers.
They hugged each other tightly.
Mutual possession and transfer
Too long
In their arms
Leaving only the transparent air after lightning.
One day the answer is limited to questions.
One night, they were in the dark.
Quietly guessing.
Their eyes
Gender has degenerated and secrets have changed.
Similarity is different.
I like all the colors of white.
Which of them has a dual identity and who doesn't?
Two kinds of laughter. Who's laughing?
Who is speaking in two tones?
Who is nodding in agreement?
In what position do they put the spoon to their mouths?
Who is skinning people here?
Who is alive and who is dead here?
Whose palm print is wrapped in?
Witness the slowly born twins.
Kindness is the perfect mother.
It is difficult to tell two children apart.
One recognized it, the other just remembered it.
On the golden wedding day, on the grand anniversary.
At the same time, they saw a pigeon landing on the windowsill.
farce
If our love disappears
1200 years have passed.
Then we got together again.
A pair of male and female comedians
-The audience's favorite star
Play with both of us.
This is a short-lived farce.
Singing and dancing make people laugh.
There are also lifelike scenes of the wind.
And warm applause.
You are ridiculous on the stage.
Because of your jealousy.
And your tie.
I feel dizzy too.
My heart is like a crown.
Stupid heart is broken
The crown also fell to the ground.
We left together.
Laughter filled the performance hall.
Even though there are seven mountains and seven waters apart.
We will miss each other.
It seems that we haven't had enough.
Frustration and pain in real life
But also attack each other with words
Finally, we shook hands again.
End this farce
The actors and actresses laughed to tears.
Then I fell asleep.
But we will always be like this:
We are wearing hats with bells.
Always listen to those bells
Make a savage sound
Untitled
So they left alone.
Keep silent and don't say anything.
In unnecessary love with each other
It's a miracle that we can get along in harmony-
Thunder in high clouds
Make them silent.
Two million volumes of Greek mythology
He and she are hopeless.
Even if who is standing at the door
Even if it only appears and disappears for a moment.
Happy, sad, come and go.
Cause laughter or fear
But nothing happened.
Only themselves.
There is no truth.
It's like a civic comedy.
The final separation is completely reasonable.
Even a hole in the sky can't make them reason.
On the unshakable wall background
One of them felt sorry for the other.
They stood in front of the mirror, where there was nothing else.
Only real images.
There is nothing but the image of two people.
The material caused a high degree of vigilance.
It's long and wide, tall and big.
On the ground, in the air, around.
Is monitoring the fate of talents.
-Like a roe deer suddenly appeared in the room.
The universe will inevitably collapse and disappear.
Accidental encounter
We are very polite to each other.
We think it's great to meet again after many years.
Our tiger is drinking milk.
Our falcon walks barefoot.
Our shark sank into the water.
Our wolf yawned in front of the open cage.
Our snake got rid of the lightning.
The monkey got rid of inspiration.
The peacock took the lightning.
Bats have flown out of our hair.
We remained silent in the conversation.
We are very interesting.
Our people
Don't talk to each other.
smile
Of course I know this girl.
I used to be a girl, too
I have some pictures of her.
From her short life
Some poems I wrote to her.
Show funny pity.
I remember something.
but
I hope the man I'm with
You can smile and hug me.
I just want to tell such a short story.
About this ugly girl
Love is the seed of love.
I want to talk about it.
She fell in love with a college student.
She just hopes
He can watch her.
I want to talk about it.
How did she greet him?
Her beautiful head is bandaged.
She just wanted him to ask:
What's the matter with you?
Interesting little girl
How would she know?
Even despair can bring benefits.
If a good opportunity
Can make her live longer.
I really want her to buy food by herself.
I want her to go to the movies.
Go on, I have no time.
Don't you see?
The light has gone out.
You should also know.
The gate is closed.
You don't have to turn the doorknob—
A person who laughs.
The one who hugged me.
Not your college student.
Where are you from?
Better go back there.
I have nothing to do with you.
Just an ordinary woman.
All she knows is
When?
Expose other people's secrets
Please don't look at us like that.
Use your pair.
Round-eyed
Eyes like the dead.
train station
I didn't arrive in n city.
According to my original arrangement,
The Letter That Was Never Sent
A notification was sent to you.
You didn't go to the station either.
At that predetermined moment
The train pulled into platform 3.
Many passengers got off one after another.
In the bustling crowd heading for the exit.
There is no such thing as me.
Several women are in a hurry.
Instead of me
Position in the stream of people
A man I don't know.
Rushed to one of the women.
The woman recognized it at once.
This man of hers
They had a warm exchange.
Not the way we kissed.
At that time, one did not belong.
I lost my suitcase.
The train station in n city
Bear it
Test of objective existence
The whole railway station stands in situ.
A train pulled into the station.
Move on the specified track
Even the meeting of new people.
It has been arranged in advance.
But it has surpassed it.
The scope of our existence
Appear in possible existence
Il Paradiso Perduto
Not here.
Not here.
What touching words!
The sight of a grain of sand
We call it a grain of sand.
But it doesn't call itself sand.
It exists without a name.
There is no common name.
There is no special name.
There is no temporary or permanent name.
There are no mistakes and no correct names.
It doesn't care what we see or touch.
I don't feel looked at or touched.
And the fact that it fell on the windowsill.
That's just our experience.
No, this is just its experience.
No matter where it falls, it makes no difference to it.
It is impossible to judge whether it has fallen.
Still falling
The unfathomable bottom of the lake
Endless lakeshore
It can't feel whether the water is wet or dry.
Is the wave single or undulating?
With its deep voice
Roaring around the humble stone.
The plaything under the sky has no sky.
The sun didn't set there.
Behind that unknown cloud
Hide or not hide.
The wind is blowing, except blowing.
There is no other reason
A second has passed.
One second passed.
Three seconds
But this is only our three seconds.
Time flies like a courier delivering a courier.
But this is just our metaphor.
A fictional character, the speed of imagination
This is not human information.
Some people like poetry.
Some people like poetry.
Which means not everyone.
Not even most, but a small part.
Not including students who have to read poetry.
And the poet himself
Poets account for only two thousandths.
They like poetry.
I like noodle soup, too
I also like flattery and green.
They like old scarves.
I also like to express myself.
I also like petting puppies.
Some people like poetry.
Just ordinary poetry.
If you ask them questions,
Their answers were vague.
But, I don't know, I don't know
I have to grab this life-saving handrail.
Say goodbye to the scenery
I'm not sad for spring.
Spring has returned to the earth.
I won't blame.
Every spring is similar.
Do my duty.
I know my sadness.
Will not let the new green stop.
The reeds shake.
That's because of the wind.
Willow row by the river?
It won't bring me pain
What is a rustling sound?
I heard a message.
He's alive.
Lakeside
Still as beautiful as before.
I'm not complaining.
A dazzling harbor in the sun
really beautiful
I can even imagine.
People different from us.
Sitting at the moment
On the trunk of the cut birch tree
I respect them.
Whisper, smile
And the right to be happy and silent.
I even bet.
It is love that binds them together.
He used strong arms.
Hold her in your arms.
It also tells the story of newly hatched birds.
Crow among the reeds
I sincerely hope that.
They can hear.
I am interested in the waves on the shore.
Don't want to change
The waves are violent and slow.
Don't listen to my wishes
I am interested in the color of the lake near the forest.
There are no requirements.
Sometimes it's green.
Sometimes blue.
Sometimes it is dark.
There's only one thing I disagree with-
Let me go back there
The right to stay
I am willing to give it up.
I have experienced more than you.
But this is only enough for me.
Recall the past from a distance
1May, 973 16
This is one of many days.
Those days are over for me.
Where did I go that day?
What did you do?-I don't even know.
Even if someone commits a crime nearby
-I can't be there.
The sun rises and sets.
All to get my attention.
rotation of the earth
There are no comments in the notebook.
The thought of dying.
I don't remember anything.
Instead, I feel more relaxed.
Although I have been alive.
I am not a ghost.
I breathe, I eat and drink
I walk steadily.
Can make a sound.
The imprint of my finger
It will definitely be left on the doorknob.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I found a certain color on me.
Several people must have seen me.
Maybe on this day.
I found what I had lost.
Maybe I lost what I found again.
I am full of feelings and impressions.
Now all this
Like dots in brackets.
Where am I locked?
Where do I live in seclusion?
That's a good idea.
Let yourself disappear from the crowd
I shake the tree of memory.
Maybe on its branch.
Some things sleep all year round.
Will shake out with the noise.
no
My request is obviously too much.
Because I won't miss a second.
The angry muse
Why is my love poem
Write so little?
You should have told me a long time ago
Raise this question
But you're just like those people
People who like tolerance.
Wait for the spark
Burn out in a poem
I am silent-this silence.
Just out of concern
My song
Will bring me pain.
from now on
These words were suddenly denied.
Leaving only rhythm and rhyme
Love flies away.
Like a shadow cast by a branch
subtle
Ah, yes, this usual worry
But it got stuck in my throat.
Fortunately, I know
How should we treat this silence?
If I dare not
Touch the rose with thorns.
How can I tolerate it?
Magnificent poems screamed at me.
A worrying fear
Why do you treat me like this? ...
When I started writing
It's like someone came among us.
He didn't wait until it was over, and then bang
Open the door suddenly
Maybe the wind blew the window open.
-That's bullshit
Maybe the muse.
What about the muse of love poems?
I know, my manners.
Offended the neighbors.
What do others want to say?
Let him talk.
I ran down the stairs.
Shouting in the deep silence:
Erato, come back! Wait for me!
Erato, did you hear that?
Note: erato, one of The Nine Muses, is a muse who is good at love poems.
To an unfortunate female lover
You listen to the waltz on the radio.
Keep fiddling with the ring on your hand
Even when I was talking, I was all smiles.
But you are attracted by my eyes.
Look away slowly.
Just like what happens when patients are in pain.
You will think that I have a pair of calm eyes.
You wouldn't understand.
The sorrow of others
But my personal happiness.
I have experienced more than one failure.
I can understand many things.
I know, beautiful voice.
How to turn into a hoarse whisper
And how is the memory condensed?
I know some people's hearts are cold.
But we are talking about how warm and happy we are.
When they laugh, it's a lie.
I also know how to disguise.
Don't let anyone see your sadness.
That was in the distant past, a long time ago.
This is what I need.
Now I can use this, makeup artist.
But I don't want to use this false disguise.
You can only find the truth from me now.
I still remember the frost on my forehead.
There is still an unopened letter on the desk.
My heart is as stubborn as an ant nest.
A fragile imagination, contradictory plans
And that unrealistic silence.
Now it's time to tell everything!
Do I know pain? The cry of dawn
Suddenly lost hope
And the weight lost on your shoulders?
Ah, the bridge between your tired dates.
If I put my hand in the fire for a barbecue today.
-It won't feel like it used to.
But you're thinking
I have a pair of calm eyes again.
You can't understand other people's sadness.
Without pain, shadow and anger
But only happiness, clarity and singing.
How nice it would be to introduce my hand into the poem