White shelter

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.