I can’t sense warm. But I understand cold. My heart can’t beat. But I move smoothly. I can see red. I can’t see this meaning. No . I have understood all. My mouth utters. “My professor…”

It’s unknown lighthouse. A lighthouse keeper spends seeing the edge. The edge is such as border of lying and absence. Between sea and sky. Between the air and void. Star, debris, back and forth in moon. He is looking at beyond the supremacy. He murmurs. “Where does tomorrow begin?”

My job is making relief. It’s noon. Sun shines white. Road reflects silver sunlight. There's no way to hide. My job is blocking the light. Mellow-sweet.

Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ! —Three. Green signal is flashing. Red lamp is lighting. Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ! —Two. Noise never alive. Voice is never listened. Hello CQ. Hello CQ. …Hello, CQ! —One. Air is white. Void turns black into white. Hello….,no.—Seventy three. —Zero.

My foots love ground. My legs went to go forward. My arms are waving for the sky. My body is heavy in night. My heart is light in daybreak. Stars are melting in Blue Hour. I’m standing on. The earth is rotating.

It’s like spring liver. Nonstop. Blighted drops are flowing. I close my eyes. I see blue phantom lamps. I feel someone’s sigh. Who is here? I listen. Rhythm of my heart .

My eyes are a scope. It’s snowing in the north. It’s winding in the south. My ears are sonar. The bards are flying from the east. The sky graduated into shades of orange and pink. My mouth is a map . “The rainbow is for the west.”

Black. No. It’s the dark. I’m walking in tunnel. A man is ahead of me. His back is black. His step is constantly second rhythmic. What time is it now? I don’t know. What time came I here? I don’t know. What time will I go? Umm…? He looks back. The face is white. Don’t you see? What? You dead. You are going to be born again. Did I die? Maybe.

Wind is blowing. Sky is looked in fragments of window. Flowers bloom from ground cracks. Signals wait for something. Sky is clear blue. Wind is blowing.

A madeleine tasty is memory. Sugar tastes bitter. Salt tastes sweet . Bitter makes me happiness. Sweet makes me loneliness. I bite a madeleine.It ’s too sweet. I make plenty of strong coffee. For stopping my salty tears. Would you like another cup of coffee?

My work is no doing. Humans go past. Cars go past. A cat goes past. Wind blows. As If Sky falls, Land crack, Sea turn into red, And humans are lost. The machine will work.

I’m between night and dawn. The air is blue. The wind is cold. The shadows are sea gulls. I breathe between land and sea. Breeze sings a song beyond the horizon.

I don’t know. But I have a feeling not first. That’s scant. That’s light and shadows . That’s coldness. As if it’s endless raining. Do you know? Why am I here? What did I forget? And who are you?

In dark. I don’t see. I don’t move. I don’t reach. Just I hear. I don’t know. I don’t memory. I can say nothing. Echo. I shiver. “Who am I ?” The echo. “Who are you?” It occurs to me. “I am yours.” I dawn on. “Your name is past?” The echo say that. “My name is indefinite,I.e.future .“

Breeze songs for spring. Winter is between light and shadow. “Don’t come still here,yet?” Winter whispers. “I want to more shining.” Light says a little sulk. “I want more deep.” Shadow says softly. Wind blows,but cold. “You are a beautiful.” “You are a clear. “We hope to meeting you.” Breeze’s songs filter through winter. Winter smiles, so call. “Good bye, I love you.” Spring showers fall on the earth. “Hi, where are you?”

I’m here. Snow is petals. As if spring row of cherry blossoms. I see my left palm. Snow crystal is a flower of six eggs. I close my eyes. Wind is cold. Mountain ridge shines as if road of angels. I’m here. There is the foot.

Wind,River, And blades.   No voice is at the shore. Reeds are swaying.

“How are you?” “Watch your step.” “You are late then usually morning.” “Hurry up!”   The coat stands upright by the wall. Shoes wait on the door mat. The watch is saying tick-tock. The key rest in the spring shine.   The door open. A cool breeze comes in.

The sea and the sky. The air and the breeze.   In an afterglow.   Here becomes there. There becomes air.

Like a shadow at night.   The midnight is blue. The moon murmur delirious.   A utility pole is stretching like palm. A cat is swaying his long tail.   The shadows wake up late at night.   “One, two, three!”   They jump！ A cat jumps, A pole sways, The moon dives to shadows.   The moon cries. Shadows kiss the lunar brow.   Midnight sky turns into the deep sea.   Fly to the space.