After the story of strom and rain
the sky is now stop.
Frog quarreling with my ear.
I am not now acclimatization with me
Everyday chenged me
morning to afternoon
Darkness show me another nail.
sky as like you
air as like you
vagabond youthsong beside the pond.
There is a sky for frog
Melancholy fire fly come from me,sky pond
Alone and very lonely
I step out to the way of rain.
