I broke into pieces
And, I left my every and each piece elsewhere
I threw one of them to the deepest part of the open seas away
I rowed with oars, removed myself from it
Didn’t even turn to look behind
I got one of them up into the high mountain tops
So that no one can save it and becomes food for birds and wolves
I left one of them in that small city I never forgot
I couldn’t go back, who knows
I may couldn’t have found it even if I had gone back
First, I disappeared by scattering in the wind
Afterwards, I rested and then settled down
And for my each parted piece
I gave birth to a new one
Even more stronger and calmer
Even more happier and much quieter
Even more mature and more broken
Even much lonelier and more tired
I planted one of them right beside the stump of a known cherry tree
I couln't ask whether it has sprouted or shot forth
I forgot one of them by a friend I loved so much
I demanded it back but he didn’t give it back
It seems that he hadn't liked me so
I threw one of them into the fires for a great love’s sake
Consciously and voluntarily, but I never regretted it