Naked Mind
Sometimes, if I turn and look back
to where your unchanging smile was,
both on the day when I stood still after walking to exhaustion
and on the day of that small delight,when you taught me a love
that couldn't be carried in my two hands alone...Ah, still that warmly, so tenderly
reawakened breeze
keeps on blowing through
with the same kind of radiance it had on that day.The depth of guilt of that which betrays,
the strength of belief in each other,
the countless noons and nights--
I take these things into my heart before I go.On the road of meetings and partings,
while we're being hurt, we keep on walking, don't we?Ah, now that warmly, so tenderly
reawakened breeze
keeps gazing at the lonely sky
and smiling down on me
still with the same radiance it had on that day;
I keep waving my hand
at the everlasting memory of you.
