‧I Stand Alone At the edge of the World.‧ 　　　　　　 I Stand Alone At the edge of the World. 　　　　　　 it fractures everywhere because fractions!

　　　　 　 I am flowing among the musical notes 　　　　　　 Today seems like yesterday seems like 　　　　　　 the day before yesterday, and dream

　　　　　　 Where the angles treads 　　　　　　 there are dreams, songs, and clouds 　　　　　　 —-but peeping eyes 　　　　　　 there are smokes and hearse 　　　　　　 night 　　　　　　 cracks because of shiver

Passing through the autumn azure I go back to the far end of memory: grets were flying towards the dusk childhood of many friends were fetching water beside a well

　　　　　　 Before dusk 　　　　　　 an empty city 　　　　　　 appears at the edge of twilight 　　　　　　 foot steps 　　　　　　 heavily 　　　　　　 pass through the confronting streets 　　　　　　 time

Silently stand in the green glade A pine cone Is like a blue star Shooting: a whole universe of solitude

The snowflakes are flying and dancing. A bleak song is sounded. The wide land is silver-white. A monk retreats after serving the tea A cold plum flower stretches over And blooms in silence The evening bell outside the window sounds heavy.

All the way, the folk’s life style is unsophisticated: Children are playing around, village women washing clothes in rivers With laughters surging like bells, like songs. The stream is gurgling, with ducks and geese leisurely　 Swimming on the water.

The misty fog over The long embankment with ten miles of willow waves; The lake in twilight is just like a beauty in sleep. Among vague, distant mountains There are flashes of shadows of glazed towers, or clouds —-after a string of melodious footprints draws away,

Sitting while watching the cloud floating up I cannot help falling into a trance, Entirely forgetting to chant Forgetting to exclaim