Inside the chest
If cleft in my chest
There will be everything in the mind
There are mountains, there are valleys, there are trees on the edge of rice fields
There is a path to the house
There is a longing there ..
But there is also the old town
With the building collapsed
And the sky burned red
There is also a jungle forest
Place of life lost
Imagined in the yelp of a deer
Who ran with injured feet
It's reverberated before voicing
If longing is not summed up in the chest
How the word seemed to rise from nothing
The hand will be empty reaching into the air