Too hot summer in Hiroshima (south western area of Japan)
My skin sweats as waiting for the morning tea to steep
I don’t turn on the air conditioning
Because I want to feel the weight of my flesh
Wash my face, shave, and do gymnastics
Pray to the east
Interested to hear a person without letters never cried
And another one firstly thought the sunset was beautiful after learning letters
Surprised at hear that Airiel\'s dance before thoughts of generations who have been using smartphones since childhood
No, the surface of the sea never responds
As if like only fairly stage with no audience
But her journey never will be not over
Where there\'s no smoke there\'s fire
Manyo poets (in ancient Japan) thought of people’s life in each smokes rising from their houses
Protecting the fire was a special job of the ashes-covered princess
As never extinguish this fragile fire
Speaking on \"eternity\", you will laugh
One match shows a momentary dream
When first match goes out, she rubs the second one
Another one, another one
We can easily make a fire with a single lighter today
What do I see in the burning red or pale fire?
Is this a dream like that poor girl saw?
Is this fire to burn neighbor\'s or our house?
Is this for cooking?
Or is this monk\'s self-immolation for protest?
Prometheus, are you still suffering from the punishment of the gods?
What you have brought is certainly going on
Are we facing the end of a culture, or the beginning of new game?
Let\'s offer the bouquet to the sky
With a touch of nostalgia