Story

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