• Quite flowing
    White
    Dried clouds pass by
    The ash-colored me
    Just watched their vanishing
    Intently

    Onto the castle of sand that I built
    From the gathering the stars
    My tiny prayer
    Falls
    Waves that lay in waiting
    Sweep you off your feet

    A world of darkness
    A world of silence

    While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
    Is fanned by the wind
    Nevertheless, I continued to light it
    While I messed up again and again
    The waves that lay in waiting
    Sweep away the castle of sand that I built
    With chilled hands

    To you