What was heavy is still heavy now. What was gloomy is still gloomy. The reeds are floating in the wind but not moving. The cherries do not have new branches on which to perch. You still look like when you stepped out of the woods–bare feet, head covered in dew. You want to go a long way but are tangled. Vines grow wildly; humans can do nothing. What was heavy is still heavy now. The one that belongs to the past didn’t find her wings.

Can’t tell when sunshine will be here. The classroom in the afternoon is always golden. It’s me who hides behind the curtains; it’s you who sings. You said it was the first time you saw leaves all over the ground. There is no fall or winter in your hometown. Rice crackers and sugar corners, they always make you cry, like the moment when harmony rang, or the moment you sat down on a bench by the fence. Can’t tell when sunshine will be here. The fish tail never appears again.