After the rain or on sea shore
I like to pursue the footprints
The scattered paintings, sometimes fade
Make the surface a faded collage.
The stamps of unknown mankind
Offered me a place amongst the crowd
But, I felt the loneliness of the moon
Who stands alone among the stars.
The collage swallows me, I feel
Footprints re form as grooves
I tried to step forward in vain
To leave footprints of mine.
Am I afraid of my footprints?
Let me make a pair of my own.