Blooming sweet berries in separate shores
Surging wavelet sounds to same hearts
Rising moon and sinking sun
Return to the same sea
Heating up depression
Sweet and hot of midnight jazz drift away
Drumming rain runs after thunder
Sweet-by-and-by in the opening of black clouds
Ah, where is our soul carried away?
Without seeking the honey on the earth
Like pilgrims
Your expression which rests in my mind
Clear voice in the skies
Soul to body, Soul to heart, Soul to breathe
Like pray of flowers
I’m waiting you
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