It rained.
The hour is an immense eye.
Inside it, we come and go like reflections.
The river of music
enters my blood.
If I say body, it answers wind.
If I say earth, it answers where?
The world, a double blossom, opens:
sadness of having come,
joy of being here.
I wander, lost in my own center.
雨後
時光是一隻無邊無際的眼
裡麵,我們影子般來來往往
音樂之河
流進我的血液
我說是身體,它回答:是風
我說土地,它回答:哪兒?
世界,綻放了兩次:
來的悲傷
在的喜悅
我走著,消失在自己的中央