​Gazing through a bygone haze.
Full of days at home
and tinted gloom.
Only the magpies calling.

My days remain uncertain.
The path is narrow,
and sometimes lonely.
But I am happy, rarely turning back.

For I think, tangled in the clouds.
There is still a life for me
to meet and greet.
Even if the magpies calling
summon the shadows.