Chieko sees what cannot be seen,
hears what cannot be heard.
Chieko goes to places one cannot go,
does what cannot be done.

Chieko does not see the me that really exists,
yearns for me in back of me.

Chieko throws away the heaviness of suffering now,
wanders out to a vast infinite sphere of esthetic consciousness.

Though hearing her voice calling me over and over,
Chieko does not have a ticket for the human world anymore.