Eaves like cliffs, wind-bells like sea
I am waiting for the swallow’s coming.
Time is arranged and an accident is on
While, you leave me stealthily.
The story of yours is outside the country
I can't hear the dialogue because of the undispersed fog.
You can’t hear either
There is no wind but the sign with motion of mine.
When I wake up,
Who stands by the window to crack the ending?
The flimsy future like wings of cicadas can be dismantled by no one.
I see you off, thousands of miles away
But, you keep silent only.
In the times of dumbness
We might not reach the faraway love.
I see you off, beyond the skyline
Are you still there?
Where does the tweedle come from?
I will spend my whole life waiting for your coming
whether alive or dead.
Hearing the crying, I go into the forest in order to find the white pear blossoms
But, what I get is a line of lichen.
The sky is out of the mountain and rain fall down to the flowers
I become a man with white hairs.
Hearing the crying, I go into the forest in order to find the white pear blossoms
The sky is out of the mountain and rain fall down to the flowers
I am waiting for your coming.
Dressed in glazed white clothes and carrying the transparent dust
You come back with your indefectible love.
You come from the rain which wet my sadness
Just as I am being caught in the heavy rain.
I pick up the lotus from the surface and see the traces of the old ships
While, you still haven’t come back.
Covered by the time
The flower you have mentioned is blossoming
But the past of memory is totally empty.
When I wake up,
Who stands by the window to crack the ending?
The flimsy future like wings of cicadas can be dismantled by no one.
I see you off, thousands of miles away
You do nothing, but keep silent.
In the times of dumbness
We might not reach the faraway love.
I see you off, beyond the skyline
Are you still there?
Where does the tweedle come from?
I will spend my whole life waiting for your coming
whether alive or dead.