Driftwood Decaying

Somewhere in my awakening
Drifting fatigue and driftwood decaying

Son of a bitch!

I do not know why
There was no gentle breezes in the calm ocean

Seashells buried in desert sand

I can not see the hermit crime lamenting it
Although it broke

 
 

【 朽ちたる流木 】

けだるき目覚めのそこもとに
漂う倦怠 朽ちたる流木

Son of a bitch !

いずくんぞ知らん
凪たる海原 そよの風もなく

茫漠の砂に埋もれし 貝の殻
割れても嘆く ヤドカリも見えず

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