Someone calls the wind,
I’m going to leave somewhere.
What a simple life
It sounds mournful.
As parting brings longing
I am eagerly hoping.
Irreplaceable
The sound of the prayer of the small flower bulb
The boundary between life and death,
Like a rumbling ground
Becoming a hall seed of dandelions
It is urging the air.
After a long journey
At the edge of a dazzling cliff, hiding in a rock crevice
Rub your skin and hide your inner flesh
In a handful of soil, conceiving a new life
Mr. Hall’s silence at the end
It is so sacred.
Again, with just one root
The surprise that sustains a lifetime
The weight of reality, in that endless struggle
The world that exists until the end
Until the day it turns into dust
It will be remembered with a noble tremor.
Perhaps it is not so much respect as it is
About you
It must be my infinite love.
Also, it is not Mr. Hall
About the world
It will be my eternal faith.