Pierced by the sadness
coming from and leaving to the infinite,
we sit down at the northern sea.
　

I assume that nobody knows
this lofty, distant sadness
of the sea of Heburi.
　

I am afraid of of women that pull down the men
to a place of animals, with their string wills.
　

Letting it all hang out, a man appeared and
went on and on into the sea. For ablutions?
　

From Osuakan to Mashu
Seeing Mt. Osuakan in front of my eyes,
I begin to swim in the nude like a trout.