Poem: The Meaning of Life

The meaning of life

I have found the meaning of life,

For a long period of time lost to the womb

Bearing how much innumerable anguish to the heart

Around the fog wet way!

I have found the meaning of life,

In the torrid noon at the mew's procession

In the morning of the autumn, cuckoo’ tune at offseason

I have found the meaning of life,

In the dew-wet bland morning

With apathetic feeling at the Boral’s coast with nude walking;

I have found the meaning of life,

Into beloved lover's eyes

Calling at off-season hot touch with blossom rose

I have found the meaning of life,

In your love in the winter season at the Sharman’s morning

You are a pilgrim in the operation theater

Childish wonder and grief in the face of your eyes.

I have found the meaning of life

Behind the grass rages, in the procession of joy,

Who says you aren’t existing?

So who is still in my heart and kiting?