This is the bank of the wind around that
There are many memories deposited in the bank
Memories in the sultry air
Memories in the open air
Memories of the storm
The leaves of the tree whether grow or not grow
Memories filling the stomach of the wind
Lots of memories!
Sleeping with my head on Memories chest, I drowned;
I am drowning in the anarchy of the meaningless universe.
Discover again and again
Memory and me are same body.
If there is no memory in thought!
How do I live now?
I know life has no meaning
I know life means a lot
I don't know if there is any meaning in being immersed in memory
I live
I still live
Because
Memories are my fuel for survival
Many memories; I take care of all the memories.
