<Twenty Four >

I am in the hot southern hemisphere

You are in the cold winter

Whether it is day or night

Their old photo albums are still kept in the old house in their hometown

I’m on the beach at sunset

You are in the rising fields

Don’t ask you for my opinion

The shadow of memory becomes the black and white square of that year

I look out the window at the clear sky

You look down at the zodiac signs on the earth

Don’t ask you for my gold stone

The river in my hometown has grown new life

I am dreaming in the weeds

You are looking for sound in the snow

We turn to each other

We miss each other

I set out bravely

You come back strong

We shake hands

We help each other

When the clock strikes twelve o’clock

We roar to the sky

When the twelve o’clock bell strikes again

We sit on the moon altar