While the sky reflects on the stream surface
It flows on, quietly
Even the tumult of the departing birds
Altered
to rings on the water
The world of people is the transience of dreams
Using the voice of ripples
The strength from not losing to fate
I desire more than anyone else
Even if long ago the current was wound in the whirlpool of time
It continues to aim toward it's home
Returning
to the end of the journey, pouring into a river,
For the sake of that day
The water's surface that the white of the moon falls upon
Sketching a different night
Before the rapids that are the current's destination
It's engulfed into the main stream
The change of the coming and going of spring
The rustling sound of the fluttering of dried leaves
The lies in my heart survive without possessing
Vowing more than anything
Even if long ago the stream was broken in the deep darkness
It continues to build the same landscape
Return to
the river like an infant
Sleep, for the sake of that day
The world of people is the transience of dreams
Using the voice of ripples
The strength from not losing to fate
I desire more than anyone else
Even if long ago the current was wound in the whirlpool of time
It continues to aim toward it's home
Returning to the end of the journey, pouring into a river,
For the sake of that day
Even if long ago the stream was broken in the deep darkness
It continues to build the same landscape
Return to
the river like an infant
Sleep, for the sake of that day