​sharing smiles​
​the wind blows
​and my hair dances
​nothing is visible from this high ground
​what is right?
​god has gone away
​is not present here
​beloved people
​taken away too soon
​as the sun sets

​and then

​she
​a gift from long ago
​shines
​broken seashells
​singing
​the sound of Ohayashi
​about flowers
​and the seagulls on the breeze too
​about the wind
​and the fruits that blossom on the beach
​sacred words
​all asleep here
​until we meet again