ｆｌｙ
The tear which overflows 　
and comes also loses 　
sight of the destination. 　
　
reality by which it runs away 　
thrown into the wind. 　
Fake mind noticed 　
because it sees ahead 　
　
The day which is miserable 　
and uneasily thought 　
damaged and buried it 　
under angry and the soil. 　
　
frightened bird only waits death. 　
　
Seeing no squids of anything 　
from here surely 　
The hesitation awoke 　
I'm　staying　here 　
　
as The dream to which The reality 　
parts in shallow sleep. 　
where am I gone? 　
　
To the way of the bird 　
which waits for the wind 　
　　　　　　　
It is yourself　　　（To the way of the bird）　
who is set free.　　（which waits for the wind）　　　
It is yourself　　　（　　　　　　〃　　　　　）　
who is set free.　　（　　　　　　〃　　　　　）