Stretching out,
The opened tea leaves dance with steam.
When they unravel, I remember
How to walk as I please.
Whether on a different path from the map
Or the one it shows,
I pick up and gather small scenes,
Like a coloring book,
The city is painted.
Ah, the wind blowing now
Lightly traces my form like a brush.
Ah, blinking, someone is ahead,
In a world full of potential joy.
A jumbled flower pattern,
Flowers born in different seasons,
Within a single cloth,
Beautiful in their diversity.
Pleasant colors and shapes,
The warmth of joy,
There are many,
But the roots are similar,
So the seeds of happiness are different for each.
Ah, yesterday peeked from afar,
Not noticing the differences or similarities.
Ah, approaching, I learn kindness again,
In a world full of potential friendships.
Goodbyes and chance encounters,
Faintly appear,
Like city lights.
Ah, the wind blowing now
Lightly traces my form like a brush.
Ah, blinking, someone is ahead,
In this world full of room for enjoyment.
There’s nothing but room for joy, starting now.