That echoing word, brilliantly permeating

That which resides in you too, brilliantly cast aside

 

Was I crying at some time? Without becoming a murmur,

Holding thoughts that cannot be fulfilled, without becoming worthwhile,

Feeling the time of advancing decay, feeling the time of the sprouting buds,

Flowers that wait for the time, winter cherry blossoms,give color deep inside,

Even balmy aromas become heavy deep inside.

 

Be glorious,kindling up in pride.

And hold on without breaking

It will be passed on without decay.

 

That echoing word,brilliantly permeating

That which resides in you too,brilliantly cast aside

That thought, beginning to move, will echo through eternity.

It will even brilliantly paint the crossing tomorrow.