A burst wind of memory
brush through the stars of the lantern night
On the ground stained by water after rain
white light flashes, feathered to heaven
He is walking between two trees
The meadow breaks in front of his feet
like Red Sea of Moses in exodus
followed by the pursuing forces shouting at the top of their lungs
The blades of leaves are chilly
The water steps aside making a sea channel
He quickly enters into it
The meadow thuds to close
At the same time, on the grass
appears a white tombstone
This little spray
the new world raised by the sun
pillows your eternal sleep