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?