Many warm brown birds
Disappear in
The end of the earth
A group of strong white fruit trees
He is calling me to go with him
They are my traveling companions
The grain of wood in their hearts
As beautiful as an echo
I can't face their call
I smiled
I can't say: No
I know they're looking for
The metal moon
Use your hands
Obliterate kindly
Wet soil above
I can't say: No
Can't answer honestly
The moon
I lost it
I lost it on purpose
Because I like it
I don't know why
And throw it where you can find it
Now they're gone
Don't ask, okay
Close the wooden window
Don't listen to the news on the river bank
Don't ask your eyes
Let the sail fall quietly
I want to see
All your sky
Don't ask me about my past
Those old coral trees
Under the water
A city floating with mud flocs
The ship has docked
The road has disappeared in the bubble.
I'm back
That's the whole story
I want to loosen the pocket on my shoulder
Let it fall on the floor
Make a heavy noise
Thought is motionless
I'm tired.
I want to dance
In a transparent flame
Become as easy as ashes
Don't ask, I'm tired
Tomorrow is still in the dark
It's still far away
Fish in the Arctic Ocean
Now, I won't dream of us
I'm tired. I'm so tired
I want to be in your gaze
have a bit of rest