
In mid – summer.
I head to Kobe.
Towards the sea
and bright steel.
There are no streaks
of sorrow on this journey.
Just a simple way
to flow into the world.

In mid – summer.
I head to Kobe.
Towards the sea
and bright steel.
There are no streaks
of sorrow on this journey.
Just a simple way
to flow into the world.