Between those clouds 
 We stand and watch 
 Our mind is greeting us 
 Bubbles of a clear day 
 And the green plateu of anger 
 A field, not a rice field 
 We stand under the leaves of a tree 
 The river is floating under our feet 
 The birds chirp and the butterflies 
 Are searching 
 No clouds in the sky 
 The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky 
 Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream) 
 A dive into the mirage 
 Straight-angled death 
 That instigates the air to reduce 
 The stench of my heart dies 
 I bury it in my selfishness 
 The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting 
 A raging fear - when the truth is near 
 Who is a friend? The question of my life 
 Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer