Accumulating busy days,
arrived today.
Is it good as it is?
Thinking and daydreaming,I’m looking at the sea from the window.
As the sea level goes down, a white sandy road appears.
The road that shows its face only twice a day
catchs the same rhythm since the dawn of time.
Not in a hurry, not in a panic.
Not be controlled by time or anyone.
When I think of the figure that repeats appearing and disappearing,
I get to feel relaxed gradually.
Let’s cross when the tide goes out.
Let’s come back when the tide is high.
It’s good with it, isn’t it?
This white road called Angel’s Walkway
reminds me the original rhythm that flows inside me.
