Glittering white, your eyes
In the dry and dumb night, flash
I was blown up to the tower
and fell off the tile house
breaking in the golden field
You are very close to me. I am far away from you.
The eyes of the blind can also produce liquid.
Get down inexplicably.
Burning
the Snow from the day after tomorrow
Tomorrow. Fall
Yesterday. Summer
I fell on the tip of the golden moonlight sculpture
And don\'t know where is the shelter.