On a clear night, warm and light-headed,
What is my dress, that I threw to the dustbin, dreaming of?
What is it pining over? Yes, it's not so simple.
But stars shine even above the dustbin.
What is yesterday poster on the pole dreaming of?
It imagines yesterday concert.
It was useful, it doesn't regret it.
Still visible, it will be plastered soon.
What is a maple leaf, that sinks in mud, dreaming of?
It is dreaming of getting back up to the tree, with which it was all its lifetime!
It is so funny to break away and keep spinning,
But it's impossible to fix it and come back.