Only a garden of delightful words
in which we may live and love
is our high precious heritage of the whole past.
All of the kings and their subjects vanished
by the powerful hands of wind.
All of us will also join them till midnight.
and the remainder of us is the same:
and broken swords.
For our lucky and optimistic ancestors
the semi-precious treasure of us
in which they will live and love
is only a garden of delightful words
if we can cultivate now.
The rest will be winged till the dawn