I grabbed a handful of red beans
and sprinkled them down into the sea.
Red beans were crying, crying to the joy embedded in pain
They were slowly dancing //wiggle// dancing
They danced for me ’til their body blossomed
like sakura blooming in spring.
Red beans were boiling, boiling til the end of their lives
They cannot be forgotten as they cannot be remembered.
They reminded me of my reminisce
for tomorrow, tomorrow
for the hope of tomorrow
It is a mutual longingness.