Two lines
Go different ways
Choose different paths
If gods created light
Then they also created the dark
What will be our last encounter
Who can adjust to our society
From your heart to mine
One day, when the leaves fall away, everything is gone.
However, our names haven’t been written on this world yet
Maybe, maybe, maybe, in the next life, we will understand each other.
I will be silent, silent, silent, then listen to your voice.
Okay, okay,
The stars and moon departure
New and old alike are left alone
Ah, dear lines
Follow your warm heart, and fly through rain and wind and sun and snow in all four seasons.
“Parallel Worlds”
