Smeared with frustration and distracted by fads I pretend to be happy and sing. As I glance at the road which I came from with time to spare with all the declining enemies surrounding me and what comes after a war is one game there is a mountain, vally, cliff' and the dust keeps pilling up, in the middle of my endless journey, on the outskirts of town I stopped by for a short visit my tired legs collapse, I lie down and repeat my shallow sleep. I see that same profile over and over; I hear those same words over and over, like the girl who asked "is it just me who thinks life is just sad?" the tobacco smoke fading into emptiness into the day where you're still powerless and young, now having witnessed sadness that you didn't need to see and holding in tears that didn't need to be held in we may not be tough enough to live on truth alone but you know, do we need to be? Do we? When my eyelids were lifted up, the world was spring and the cherry blossom-colored wind was pushed aside on the way to the destination of the far way other side, I wonder If you were in this feild of rape blossoms, I can search for a while, flapping birds in the sky at this time, certainly you listen carefully to the groundand search for the black ant's footsteps at the same time don't you? Tearing off a disguise like a clown's, standing on a hill which the sun forgot. Basking in the light of the moon, taking a deep breath in a world where there's no yelling voices or sounds of the plates breaking without sharing warmth life can still continue however, just living is not enough for us the budding ground, the thick trunk, the disappearing rainbow, the passing days, the night sky sparkle, the four seasons mystery, they tought us how to continue searching for the truth no matter how far we travel, The start of life is a lonely baby who cried out to live and be loved our reasons to continue leaving hear for somewhere else is becaues it is needed in order to see that there is no other answer anywhere other than in the heart.