One Day Thought
In a field of white silver,
When I wake up from my dream,
From the sunshine
The gentle sound of a music box,
I can hear it.
As I noticed,
By the Fountain you look familiar,
Cranes dressed in black and white,
Someday I saw in a picture book,
They're coming down.
In a silver world,
I never wake up from sleep
Even for a moment.
For a while
Dancing glossily, To the blue sky
They're gone.
Then the sound of a music box
Stops. Again
In a world of white silver,
The usual silence is coming.
I cannot ever remember
Joyfull winter dreams.
Like a persistent, Slightly sleep,
Never forgeting even for a moment.
Memory in Moment
