Nothing more

One day
Do things I like
in the broad view in front
in windy, in cloudy of the sky
in the sweet scent from the pineapple candle light...
That is my happiness, simple as wind, as cloud, as a sweet candle.


One day
Enjoy things I have
in the limit of the remain time
in the depression of  preciousness perishing
in the debris of loves.
That is my way to survive, forget the past and look forward only.

One day
Release all things
then, I go.