In the frame you make with your fingers,
fuzzy dandelions are displayed.
Latticed windows, bamboo work, and a sudden stairway,
these nostalgic scenes all stayed the same
As I take in the fragrance of the saltpan,
the post uphill seems to be sending out a letter.
The station you got off at encloses one ticket
for you, you whose future is not known.
Even if that which is always supposed to be there
spills from your hands…
don’t be scared, don’t stop,
stay as you are.
God sometimes pulls pranks.
He takes your most important thing
and makes you leave it somewhere.
He then makes us into adults…
Special things do not lie anywhere…
everyone you’ve met with is not a coincidence…
So even if you’re embraced by sadness,
don’t ever forget how to smile.
If you go behind the apartments, past the cotton hat,
and through the gates of the Shrine of good luck,
a shower of radiant new light
will envelop you.
If we join with true hearts and courage,
a single instance can become an eternity.
Our dreams’ destination are different,
but we will never be alone.
God sometimes pulls pranks.
He takes your most important thing
and makes you leave it somewhere.
He then makes us into adults…