This Way Is

Although alongside of this lonely way has no flower or tree, since there is no flower, you won’t see a fluttering butterfly, since there is no tree, you won’t find a singing bird. This lonely way is a gravel road extended to the end of the world by a stream without flowing water. This lonely way no one can come with you that’s why, even if it’s a playact, I wished someone would hold me to stop going, but, alas, no one did. It’s a desolated way that is laid only for you to walk alone, it’s a sorrowful way laid between alive and dead, it’s a dark dismal way that departed one cannot come back. Now I think I understand the reason the moon wanes now I think I can comprehend why the stars do not whisper. No matter how the world is changed how all creations are well and breathing if a moment extended to eternal or finite becomes infinite, this nightfall the darkening way is the way I don’t want to look back again, this hateful way is the way I don’t want to walk on again.