Oh, Bird

Walking the spring sea, giving up on the one I waited for
As I walk the spring sea,
the weight of what I let go suddenly feels lighter.
I don't have to wait anymore.
When I thought that, I felt lighter.
Riding the wind, a single bird darts across.
Is it a seagull?

Hearing the footsteps of rebirth from the roadside
The footsteps heard from the roadside
do not signal an end, but a beginning.
In the midst of waiting for spring.
Did you hear the chirping of the little birds?

Goodbye is the sweet beginning of solitude
Goodbye waves its hand quietly and sweetly from the depths of solitude.
Even if I whisper, 'Don't go,'
it vanishes like bubbles,
and just,
guided by that light,
people stand up once again.
The flapping of a bird's wings softly resonates in my chest.

How refreshing to be all alone in the spring fields
Why is it so clear
to stand alone in the spring fields?
Deep in my heart, something
is softly beginning to sprout.
The free shadows of birds dancing in the sky
seem to carry the light of hope.

Spring is still far away, but
for some reason, a spring landscape floated into my mind.
The sea at Katsurahama in Kochi came to mind.
I once watched the dawn sea for hours.
Many years have passed since then,
and many things have happened.

I wish I could paint
the scenery that appeared in my mind.

When walking through the spring fields,
I feel that solitude, goodbyes, pain, and confusion
all turn into light.

What I don't understand, I don't understand.
But,
if I gently savor it, I can return there.
If I notice the small rebirth sprouting at my feet,
spring quietly tells me that it will be okay.

Today, and tomorrow, I can keep living softly.
That is enough,
a single thread of hope is enough.
Because the flapping of the birds' wings
pushes me forward.
Come, let's start walking again.