Dusk is subordinate to a rhythm.
The speeding train started the ringing of birds around.
Tall reeds
Look at the golden rice fields in the wind.
In the sunset, my mind is complete.
The meditator lies in the arms of a dream beyond the mountain.
Only the blue of the sky is left.
The leisure of clouds and the quietness of the earth.
Take away the homesickness in the distance
As soon as the season comes, one or two birds are missing from the trees.
The crowd disappeared under the dim street lamp.
Only the rails
Leave home with a heavy body.
Day after day, year after year
The train runs at dusk.
Rehearse the old grievances in the movie over and over again.
The appearance of isolation.
What a runaway artist.