silent harmony in heaven
„I think of the days, Before I met
A short
In all the world
There is no way
whatever
The stag crisis
even
In the most
remote mountain
There is no way
whatever
The stag crisis
even
In the most
remote mountain
In the eternal
Light of the spring
day
The flowers fall
away
Like the unquiet
heart
Light of the spring
day
The flowers fall
away
Like the unquiet
heart
In the evening
The rice leaves in
the garden
Rustle in the
autumn wind
That blows
through my reed
hut.
The rice leaves in
the garden
Rustle in the
autumn wind
That blows
through my reed
hut.
I send you a box
of glowing pearls
Wear them with
rises
And orange
blossoms
of glowing pearls
Wear them with
rises
And orange
blossoms
The wind rustles
the bamboos
By my window in
the dusk
the bamboos
By my window in
the dusk
A wild sea
In the distance
Over sado
The Milky Way.
In the distance
Over sado
The Milky Way.
Summer grass
Where warriors
dream
Where warriors
dream
The long, long
river
A single line
On the snowy
plain.
river
A single line
On the snowy
plain.
No one spoke
The host, the
guest,
The white
chrysanthemums
The host, the
guest,
The white
chrysanthemums
I think of the days
Before I meet her
When I seemed to
have
No troubles at all
Before I meet her
When I seemed to
have
No troubles at all
In the evening
The rice leaves in
the garden
Rustle in the
autumn wind
That blows
through my reed
hut.
The rice leaves in
the garden
Rustle in the
autumn wind
That blows
through my reed
hut.
The mists rise
over
The still pools at
Asuka
Memory does not
Pass away so
easily
over
The still pools at
Asuka
Memory does not
Pass away so
easily
I wish I were close
To you as the wet
skirt of
A salt girl to her
I think of you
always
To you as the wet
skirt of
A salt girl to her
I think of you
always
A strange old man
stops me,
Looking out of my
deep mirror.
stops me,
Looking out of my
deep mirror.