Deep red maple lesves are not dead yet,
they are desperate flames
watching the end of life.
I wonder if it is a skein of white
birds
coming from and flying away to
the far-off horizon, blooming sakura.
My thoght travels the void
carrying those who are rather apt to
fall in wickedness than the good.
Should I hear of the possible way
80 million could live through in this land,
I would feel relieved.
Considering
those who believed in Japan,
it is not enough to apologize
by smashing my forehead.