Good-bye

The sky which spreads out without an end,
We looked up and merely laughed.
Do not understand the tomorrow's thing.
I became a dependent and, under the cold moon, slept.
I thought that only it was happy and needed nothing besides it.

I have come to the far-off place if I noticed.
It is cold and lonely, and there is not you above all here.

On the way which spread out without an end, I said that I needed nothing and I broke it entirely and turned around and was convinced that somebody should have cleared it.
I brought myself to have become alone in the world and I crouched down alone and cried.

I have come to the high place if I noticed.
I believed that here should have been something and knew that there was nothing here.
Even if you pick up a past and gather you and arrange memories, you are not here.


I look up at the sky.
Though you cannot find you anymore, you already picture you in me to see empty blue nowhere though there is not it.

And I grow "good-bye" and a hand.