Soaking up the sun\'s rays
I breathe heavily
Looking at the back of the sun
I had forgotten
The ghosts are stirring
Birds peck at their corpses
The wind blows them to dust
The ghosts have not disappeared
Even if we forget
The ghosts have not gone away
As if they were stung by tarantella
They are dancing around in their fire shoes
I don\'t get to fly much anymore, but
The plane flies above the clouds
In the clear blue
I take one deep breath
With all my might
With anger and grimace
Greed and stupidity
Eros
Firstly let it out with your breath
Then
You can naturally inhale deeply
The breath will spread through our body
Behind the sun
We had forgotten
Sure of something once
It reminds us about them