Between those clouds
 We stand and watch
 Our mind is greeting us
 Bubbles of a clear day
 And the green plateu of anger
 A field, not a rice field
 We stand under the leaves of a tree
 The river is floating under our feet
 The birds chirp and the butterflies
 Are searching
 No clouds in the sky
 The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky
 Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream)
 A dive into the mirage
 Straight-angled death
 That instigates the air to reduce
 The stench of my heart dies
 I bury it in my selfishness
 The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting
 A raging fear - when the truth is near
 Who is a friend? The question of my life
 Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer