For Five Minutes My whole lifetime seems to pass In this flower-filled shade. As I wait and pace restlessly, No, perhaps it has already passed. But a handsome young man that comes striding toward me. He has grown up as I have grown old. We face each other as if We've exchanged lives.
Life passes in a moment's waiting.
He will not come back for a very long time To this place where I've always been waiting. At the falling flowers, Or at the passing buses. While I murmur, clusters of flowers fall again. Look, the bus is coming. I fly up lightly beyond the flower-filled shade.