The river flows, a thief of sight,
Each captured image swiftly gone,
The landscape's face, a fleeting light,
Lost in the current of the day.
The ancient church upon the river's edge,
A white bird crossing, silent in its flight,
The heavy freight train rumbling on the ledge,
Cannot disturb this sacred space.
Upon the bridge, my face I find,
A fractured self, in constant flow,
The river mirrors back my mind,
A journey to the depths below.
Yet in the deep, a whispered plea,
A spark of good, a golden gleam,
Speaks directly, softly, unto me.
【Japanese version】