Road the Leader to the Home — FLESH & SPACE

Silently walking on the frozen ground, I close eyes from a wind, Snowflakes stick into my person, I go to the house in which so a long time was not. Dry trees shook as in dance Snow carnival in honour of my arrival. Farewell weariness I leave. Farewell grief I leave. Farewell I any more shall not bear my small world! The curve road conducted in a curve distance, I was waited with curve people in the curve country. Farewell the blue sky, I have not sustained and have died. Farewell the blue sky.