It was nice to be alive ...

I will be told that I was lucky to be alive

The visionary rainbow I saw in the dark is not a dream now

To the important thing for happiness and writing to drawing

In a moon where unexpectedness floats in the sky

It's clear

As the sun rises and the moon rises

I finally saw the light of happiness

My life was a way of losing to myself

By grasping the cutting edge of it

I could be happy even if I follow it

I have to thank you that the bee will appreciate it

It will deny things that have come alive

Know what was born knowing the meaning born

As cherry blossoms spring in the spring

It will fill with flowers

Happy flowers on ...

           A poet ~ now person ...