Sitting on the bench,
Holding a Guitar,
Singing my song,
With my spirit and soul.
Holding curved body,
Taking some pluck,
Hitting the notes,
In a special way.
......
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Sitting on the bench,
Holding a Guitar,
Singing my song,
With my spirit and soul.
Holding curved body,
Taking some pluck,
Hitting the notes,
In a special way.
......