Alone we live,
with life around us,
blooming like wild flowers,
curious as the seeds.
Silently trodding,
without any path,
smoothly gliding,
on planes afar.
Viewing it silently,
I stand on outskirts,
steps so quite,
I am dust in the wind.
Blown by the breeze,
like leaves fallen in belief,
unhurriedly flying,
without a destiny in mind.
Like a broken stick,
only good for a lit,
I stand in wake,
living a life alone.
- Nokumori
