Kerria japonica

Kerria japonica
reminds me about
the sign of change,
the rany season turn
to early summer

The rice fields

The rice fields spread out
all around,
green sprouts of rice
sway in the wind

How far we'd go
flying through,
anytime I'm looking for
the way leads to tomorrow,
a flicker of hope

At the future
we reached,
we catch realities,
the exact realization

At the future
even if what happens
by the unyielding will
the memories stand out